What a day...

So I love being late to work when my son tells me about 30 seconds before we leave the house that he needs to fill out a 6 question sheet on fire safety in regards to our home in order to get a prize from his teacher...this coming from the boy who when asked what he did that day responds "I don't know" or who he played with "I can't remember their names" but asked what he had for lunch and he can describe in detail what he ate and what was "too yucky for Nick"...Ahhh! So while I know for a fact that #1 Dad had already gone over all of this before I was home from work the other day, here I am running around the house with the big guy counting fire alarms and looking at escape routes - seriously!

I love it when when he throws a mini fit in the car because #1 Dad took a "short cut" to school the other day and now I'm driving the "wrong way" because I didn't. Seriously? Dad doesn't even bring him to school in the a.m. and I know for a fact that the "short cut" road goes around the school and not too the school. Such a fun way to start off the day.

I love it when I hear that Tate had a melt down while grocery shopping with said #1 Dad and was screaming the whole time and had to be held - yes my love, I have been there about a trillion times and don't really feel that sorry for you. Welcome to my life! Seriously!

I love it when I see myself in the Nicker who is bawling about having to go to bed - almost a full hour after his normal bedtime. To see him go from tears to laughter and back to tears is almost too much coming from a woman who when she is beyond tired does the same thing. Made a deal with the big guy that if he was awake in 10 minutes, I would come and get him and we would watch TV all night long - he doesn't stand a chance. I love it.

...what a day!

Time to check on the big boy...

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Ha! Tired babies are sleeping fast...Mommy rocks!