Whew! Today I had a ton of phone calls to make, just one of those days I suppose. At one point I whispered to my youngest to go find his shoes so he could go play outside with his brothers. He returns with 1 flip flop on, and on the wrong foot I will add, and black marker all over his face. WTF? Why? This means instead of looking for his shoe, or looking in the way that small boys look, which means unless it smacks them in the face it does not exist, this means that he went to the junk drawer, found a marker and thought 'hey! I'll draw on my face with this bad boy!' I really wonder what on earth goes thru their minds!
At some point all 3 did get along well enough to build a "fort" out back, which is lawn chairs, a pitchback, and a blue tarp. Of course, there just is NOT enough room to make a seat for the youngest, which results in screaming... his screaming, and then my screaming at them. *sigh*
It's going to be a long summer.
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