I read this blog recently by a fellow mom and it made me laugh because I can totally identify. I thougt you'd all enjoy it. If you've ever felt this way, make sure to post and let Audrey know she's not alone :)

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Stupid Kids

Ugh, I am so kidded out, and I'm not even with them right now. I have been going like absolute gangbusters with them since memorial day weekend when Paul went out of town. Since then he's been in trial, and it's been really relentless kids. I know some of you SAH and are all kids all the time and lovin it: you are nuts.

This happens every summer. Sam can't fall asleep until 10:30-11 even though I am running him into the ground with $70 summer camp and swimming and making him do calesthetics as punishment. Somebody always wakes up in the middle of the night. Usually Kate, needing more milkie (she still sleeps with a sippie cup--bad habit). Lucy comes to bed with me in the predawn hours. It is hot. I do not want to snuggle. I don't need to spend any more time with you people. When the hours between 9pm and 7am are off limits, I am good. When people are all up in my space until 11pm and then again regularly overnight like freakin newborns, it is too much.

Particularly delightful last night was running out of milkie and having to mix powdered milkie into a sippie and pray pray praying it would be accepted as the real thing (it was).

And then Kate proceeded to have a royal fit between 7am and 8am--a full hour of ridiculous, can't find my pink tellyphone toy, cream at the top of my lungs, whirling dervish fit.

Over the hum of the fit, Lucy is asking 70 different ways about when I'm going to pick her up to take her to her kindergarten physical today. 2:30. 2:30 is the answer Lu, and I know you don't tell time, but there's nothing else I can peg that particular time to help you understand better. No, it's not that I'm picking you up from preschool early. No, it's not after Lisa leaves. It's in between those two events. About two hours in between. When the sun is high in the sky. We can't keep talking about this right now.

Sam, rainman, I cannot handle any more idle chit chat about Zombies vs. Plants right now or at any time, actually. When your father bought the iPad, I had a bad feeling that it would contribute to the infusion of stupid games like Zombies vs. Plants into our daily lives. And lo, that has indeed come to pass. I know your father says the game is not stupid, but its title is Zombies vs. Plants and you are talking to me about double and triple pea throwers. Look around you, son. Your sister Kate is hopping up & down in agony over her tellyphone. Your sister Lucy is a nervous wreck about the shots. Your mother cannot find her work keys. This is not your moment. Go wake your father.

Paul, when we finally arrive to the sweet bliss is not the time to suggest that I just go to bed earlier. Really? Really? This is how you're going to endear yourself to me, oh yea of zero help overnight and trying to sleep in through def con Kate. What. Ever.