I hope D and I can get some real rest and relaxation this weekend, because we are both on edge, and completely out of patience. I feel sorry for the kids, because I just can’t even with their shit this week. I love them, but fuuuuuuuuck. Neither of them know when to just leave something alone.
Tomorrow night we are kid free and going on our first proper date since we got the dog. Can’t. Fucking. Wait.
I’ve been helping my kid with his math homework a lot recently, and I must say I don’t understand the way they teach it nowadays.
Well…that’s not true. I do understand it, I just think it’s fucking stupid. It’s supposed to be easier, but it’s actually overly complicated.
He actually said to me at one point, “we’re not allowed to count.” Because heaven forbid you might fucking count?! For fuck’s sake.
I can hear the kids laughing hysterically about something upstairs.
I love them so much.
5 boys doing rock climbing, obstacle courses, and laser tags. They’re hyper as shit. It’s…a lot. Someone pass the Tylenol, please.
Seriously though…I feel like my left eye is about to explode.
Happy 8th birthday to my favorite boy!