Spring Break is coming. Just 4 more sleeps. Grandma has promised to take my lovely, sweet, innocent children. All three of them. She offered to do it for the whole week. We'll see how long that lasts.
Now, I'm going to pretend that grandma doesn't read this blog and just write what I need to say. So, Grandma - Close your eyes, exit the page, or just fain innocence when you see my lovely offspring.
They are fighting. My daughter is very much a girl and fights with venomous words spat out in anger, while my son is very much a boy and uses his fists. I'm not happy with either - but also realize that they are siblings, and as such, they will fight. Meanwhile, Adam screams and whines and cries to get his way. All in all, I'm running on that last little thread that's holding me together with sanity...and they're bringing scissors.
So, in an act of desperation, I called my mom for help. She says "Tell them that Grandma says that they can't come if they don't behave -- put a star on the calendar so that I know...."
Well - this is all well and good, but they don't seem to give a rat's behind. But -- I'm so close to digging burial plots in the back yard that I'm willing to lie to my lovely mother in order to have a little bit of peace in my life. I'm THAT stressed. Right now, I feel like a failure as a mom.
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