It is only Wednesday. It has been the loooongest week. I only wish that I was getting some stuff done in this seemingly never-ending week.<\/p>\n
J. is gone this week. Again. It is the third straight week, but who is counting? And I know he is just as tired of traveling as we are of having him gone. And I also know that I shouldn’t be complaining, but…well, just indulge me. A few minutes, please?<\/p>\n
Oh, I’m trying so very hard to be patient. But I believe I used up my very last ounce of patience. All gone. Oh, about 8am, on Monday morning. The girls have just been bickering about every last thing.<\/p>\n
I have even pulled out the big guns, “Santa is watching and not going to stop at our house this year.” It works for about 10 minutes, then it is promptly forgotten. No amount of begging, pleading, or timeouts are working.<\/p>\n
And the whining. My God, the whining! It is making my ears bleed.<\/p>\n
And….ok, I’m….done. No more complaining.<\/p>\n
So let’s look at a few sweet photos from a birthday party that we attended this past weekend, shall we?<\/p>\n
Let us remember the sweet little girls that are hidden somewhere under the little monsters that seem to have taken over their bodies this week.<\/p>\n
Today is another day. Monsters be gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It is only Wednesday. It has been the loooongest week. I only wish that I was getting some stuff done in this seemingly never-ending week. J. is gone this week. Again. It is the third straight week, but who is … Continue reading ![\"ad_bubbles.jpg\"](\"http:\/\/barelycontrolledchaos.files.wordpress.com\/2007\/12\/ad_bubbles.jpg\")
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