For the last two weeks I have been referring to myself as "Mother of the Year." But NOT in a good way. It seems as if I blink and the week is gone. Work is crazy and my house is a mess. I am flustered and tired. I wish I was one of those girls that know how to let some things go in order to get through busy times. I just can't do it. Well, I can, but it eats at me until I give in an do it all.
As I type this, my children are each eating a piece of bologne. Bologne. Not a banana or an apple.
And they are doing this while playing on my iPad. Guess my screen will need a serious cleaning after they are done.
And they are eating the bologne on my sofa.
With their feet on the sofa.
And Murphy is trying to eat their little snack.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
"Please excuse the mess, the children are making happy memories."
*Sorry for the photo quality.*