The sugar high from the weekend has finally started to come down. The children are definitely in withdrawals right now. Wow. Even I am shocked by the ferocity of the “moments” that they are having. Madie told me that all they EVER do is clean. Her life is terrible. Ben chose the best path and stayed quiet after lamenting about how he was STARVING. Poor guy. I told him that I would fix whatever he wanted when we got home, but then he cried because he couldn’t decide what to make. Sweet Ainsley got in the car quickly after her teacher told me that Ainsley keeps writing her name backwards for the last three weeks. When we asked her why, she said that she just liked to write it that way. It was pretty. Good grief! Quite the threesome I got. I fixed a snack and quickly ran into the office and shut the door. Soon I must go out and tell them to get to work and finish their homework, clean their rooms, and eat their dinner. The illusion of my current peace and quiet soon must end.
But wait. . . there are a small pair of eyes peering at me from behind the office door. She is sweetly calling out to me for some milk. It is good that she is reminding me about the joys of motherhood too! Her timing is perfect along with her sweet smile. I do truly love my bunch of hooligans!
The Puddles 
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