The days all blend together. It feels like I posted just yesterday.
Anyway, today was kind of a doozy and I wasn't very patient. One kiddo would nap while the other made a disaster. Then disaster kid would fall asleep right as the other would wake up. And then awake kid would get loud and wake up the first one before he should have, so then crying ensues and I think about the laundry that is probably sour in the machine and the breakfast dishes which still need washing otherwise the fruit flies will infest, which they then proceed to do. I can't seem to make either child happy so I decide to just clean instead and make myself happy but the crying hurts my heart so then I start crying and I'm so tired because not only did they not nap but I didn't nap and I really could use one. I have errands to run and children to feed and tables to clean and laundry to fold and I just want to lay in my mother's lap while she strokes my hair like she did in church when I was 4.
But my mom lives in Idaho.
And unfortunately I can't lay down on church benches anymore (don't you wish we could?!?).
I'm about to pull my hair out when the end of the night comes~
Silence.
Nothing but the sound of my own thoughts.
And there you have it. Today, I think I was more grateful for silence than I have ever, ever, ever been in my 30 years of existence upon this planet.
