I remember wond4ering, as a kid, why I had to sleep.
Now, I realize that sleep is for the parents...so they get a break.
The only time I get a break is when my kids are sleeping. I'm not complaining, it's just a fact.
Last night Phoebe and I went to the doctor and we both have the flu. Scott NEVER gets sick. Never ever. Lucy, little miss 6 surgeries and other issues when born? NEVER. We were told she may get sick more often because of her "issues" (the buzz word in today's society), but she is as healthy as a horse.
Pheebs is still in her reindeer jammies and I'm going to try to convince her that she'd like to go back to sleep.
Teapot is just raring to go, and most likely won't take kindly to being put in bed.
Asher will probably play some video games.
By the way, do you feel guilty when you let your kids watch tv/ play video games so you can get a break?
Sometimes I wish we lived out on a farm and the kids could run around, catching gophers and juicing the oranges they grow organically on the back lot of the farm.
Growing up, whenever we visited my grandparents' farm my brothers would make a sport out of shooting the cows with low-powered B.B. guns and making elaborate traps for gophers.
In other news, Asher is 6 on Wednesdsay.