Over the break, my kids reminded me how much more their teachers should be paid in the following ways:
They did this, to MY bed, Every. Single. Day.
They hijacked the Christmas Tree box for the three days following New Year's as a "fort"
so I had to leave the tree up. Or, 1/2 up, or.....whatever that is.
They tirelessly complained and fought and broke shit despite being surrounded by this
and yet only were able to muster the strength to write 3, yes three, Thank-You cards.
they did their best to keep it smelling more like this.
Well, at least I had the healthy winter fruits on hand, to keep the sugar and processed foods from being gobbled up
Ha. Ha. You didn't actually think they would eat that did you?
I wanted to spend time playing things like this:
but they wanted this:
and I have no patience for that.
So, while I love and adore my sons, I know I'm not alone in feeling celebratory that tomorrow they go back to school. Who's with me?