Ah, the Joys of Parenting

Just when I decide to adore and cherish every last moment I have with my little boy, he turns into a full-blown two-year-old.

...Going on twenty-five.

Yesterday morning when Max came in my room (ten minutes before my alarm), he said, "Get up, Mom. Get out your bed." I said, "No, Mommy's sleepy." You know what he said? He walked away from me saying, "I don't wuv you, Mommy. I don't wuv you." Then, just for good measure, as he left the room he added, "I don't."

This morning? Same child: "You best friend, Mama."

Every single time I hold one of my three kids (or hug Husband), both of the other children come running up, climbing on me and fighting over who gets to "hold Mom". It was cute for a while, but quite honestly, I am exhausted and these kids are getting really big! They're all elbows and knees now; I'm covered in bruises from this sibling rivalry, and I am not exaggerating when I say this happens EVERY time I attempt to hold one of my children. Someone always ends up crying.

No matter what I do, I can't convince Husband to quit playing the "my mommy" game with Max. How do we play? Well, I sit in the middle of the two of them while they each try to gain possession of Mommy, continually saying, "This is my mommy," "No, she's my mommy," back and forth. I could just scream (and usually do). (This does not help the issue we discussed above.)

To make it all extra fun? No one is cleaning the house, Max has decided his new bedtime is Midnight, and Joshua has been awake puking his guts out for the last four nights. I have absolutely no idea why he's been throwing up, and he's perfectly well again each morning.

I haven't had a bit of sleep. Why am I awake writing this now instead of sleeping? Because Max has taken over my bed, Josh has taken over my couch, and there's no where else to sleep.


Linking up with Yeah Write again this week... even though I can hardly remember my own name! ;)