I'm sitting down for what seems like the first time all day...I know it's not, but it's been one of those breakneck weeks where I seem to be running until 10pm every night. I hear Wesley and Nathan talking in the bedroom, Thomas is already asleep, I wonder how long those two will go at it. I've already been in there several times. I'm not at all sure that putting all of them in one bedroom was a good idea.
I dumped one of my dresser drawers out on the bed because I can never find anything. I was supposed to organize it today, but I never got around to it. What should I do at bedtime? Stick it back in the drawer? Put it on the floor?
What do you get your THIRD son for Christmas? He's truly the man who has everything!
Sometimes I feel like a completely ineffective parent. Even during the writing of this post I have separated them and still Nathan continues to goof around. I can't begin to tell you how different he has been from the other two. He really has a will of steel. I feel so worn out sometimes.
I wasn't intending to come here to complain. Oh well. I suppose these days will pass.
The picture is of Thomas, helping Jason put lights on the roof last weekend. I can't believe I didn't have a heart attack watching. It must be the third time mom in me. I just thought it was adorable.
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