The Kids

So Grace is on vacation for Thanksgiving all of this week. Sounds great right?! Well, I have come to believe that my children (when together) conspire with each other to make the biggest mess humanly possible, find as many things as they can to get into (and subsequently tear up), and use Mooommmmy! (yes they drag it out like that, and if you are a mom, you can literally hear it in your head right now can't you!) at least every other word.

I have come to this conclusion of the team approach after much research (not!, like I have time for that, I don't even get to go to the bathroom on my own half the time.) Grace and Ben alone are a joy to be around, you can play with them, you can get work done, have a conversation, essentially it is quiet and calm. That is my life 5 mornings a week while Grace is at preschool, I have Ben and it is wonderful and easy. Then they get together and for the first few hours they play with each other and have a great time making a giant mess as mentioned above, I rarely have to intervene, but about 5 o' clock, BOOM!, orange juice and toothpaste, they can't stand to be with each other, all they do is annoy each other and we move into the Moooommmmy! stage. Well with Grace being home in the morning, it brings on the latter even sooner, in essence making it last longer and I think I might just lose my mind sometimes. I mean really, how many times can you be the referee on who had the Thomas the Train toothbrush that plays music first, my count today on that issue 6 times.

Granted my kids love playing with each other, they can be soooo sweet with each other, (I mean Grace even calls him sweetheart), but I think when the schedule is changed or interupted for extended vacations like Thanksgiving and oh boy, Christmas, I don't think they know what to do with themselves and all that extra time together.

Well, they are playing like angels right now (making a mess of the playroom that I just cleaned), so I am off to folding laundry before the madness ensues, and trust me it will.