| Serious Understatements | | Date Created: Jul 11, 2006, 10:09 PM |
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Keeping the house clean so we can show it to potential buyers is not easy.
The boys sense I really need them to be good and to cooperate during this busy time.
The boys are not good and do not cooperate.
Holding up big heavy pots and dropping them on a tile floor is loud.
Taking down the baby gates was a bad idea.
I feel bad when I say "Oh it's okay," when the boys pull spoons out of a drawer and then John pulls out a knife.
James may possess male-chauvenistic tendencies with such sentences as, "I'm going to work at the office with the mens and then I'm going to play golf."
James is cute when he sings, "There was a farmer had a dog, G-E-S-U-S."
I have no idea why James spells "Bingo" like "Jesus" with a "G".
I want to laugh when John is on the potty and says with a serious, hopeful face, "I feel somethin'!" and then lets out a gigantic poot.
When George goes to bed late and skips naps he is not pleasant to be around.
It is gross when Georgie is playing and Will says, "What's that in your mouth?" and George spits something nasty in Will's hand and says, "It WAS hot dog!" and supper has been over for a while.
Potty training is challenging.
Boys like to knock all the books off the shelf to find the one they want.
When all three boys tackle me at once I find it hard to get up.
When we close the door behind us after tucking the boys in I think, "Thank you, Jesus."
I wanted to drink a glass of wine with supper but was afraid I would fall asleep before I finished eating.
I'm ready to go to bed.
It's been a good day.
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