Things (Thing 1, Thing 2 and Thing 3) have been a little crazy around here.
Those 3 Things being the Dirty Rotten Kids, they are driving me crazy. I guess there is no better way to put it than this: they have been brats the past little while. Early last week I decided I had enough of it and I have been The Hammer since then.
When The Hammer meets with the Dirty Rottens it means war. I don't think Seabass has one toy left in his room, I know he has missed at least two meals because he could not sit in his chair and use his fork and knife. Q actually threw food across the table while a baby sitter was here on Saturday night. Thankfully I saw him do it and he went to bed hungry.
I am feeling pretty worn out, doing battle with the kids sucks. I feel like a crappy mom. The kids are getting better but I still feel like I have a way to go yet, wish me luck.