When I'm sitting down to catch up on Glee, why does my child choose that exact moment to pick up his firetruck with the blaring sirens and the flashing lights? Someone give my kids some flash cards or other boring, soundless toy when I actually have control of my remote and can watch what I want.
Why is it that I could stare at the wall for 10 minutes straight and my child could give a crap at me and my boring life, but the second I want three minutes to make a phone call alone I have to barricade the door and bunker down like it's WWIII?
Why do my children whine and cry to go outside in the snow only to whine and cry to come back in because its too cold after only 5 minutes?
Why do my boys fight over every toy and can not share anything to save their life but when it comes to stealing cupcakes off the counter they make the perfect team?
Why is that Braydon complains when I wake him up during the week to go to the babysitter but on the weekend when he can actually sleep in, he still gets up at the same time and then complains when I won't wake up?
Why do I always have an audience in the bathroom? I really don't need anyone's help in there, but they insist they have to come in with me just talk to me and hang out. I just want 30 seconds!!
Just some weekend ponderings.
The weather Gods are calling for snow/sleet/freezing rain again tomorrow so it looks like I might be spending another day at home. I'm actually a little sad about that, mainly because I don't want to shorten my summer!