June 5th, 2009

Take my hand

Is it really only 11 am?

There are four children here.

One is sitting nicely on the couch watching a DVRed episode of Yo Gabba Gabba.

One is in timeout in his room, screaming.

One is reluctantly cleaning something up after complaining about it loudly.

One is counting.  I don't know why.

The amount of screaming in the house is unbearable- both from kids and from the adults.

If they would only listen and do what we ask.

Why, oh why, must it be a rainy day?