I wish I was crafty.
And happy that my kids are home for nineeffingweeksstraight.
But I am not.
Let me rephrase that.
I love my kids.
I would be ecstatic to have my kids home every day if they didn't argue every .56 seconds.
But they do.
Which makes me want to drink 24/7 until I am so numb and out of it that I can sit in a lawn chair and giggle while they beat the crap out of each other.
we are 4 weeks into this Hell and there are a few memorable moments to share so far.
*Like the time daughter got 97428946967 mosquito bites and needed a constant high of Benadryl to stop the itch.
*Or the time our office/den wall looked like it was painted black overnight, but it was really just ants.
*Ohhhhh....there was the time we took Jersey the dog to the Holistic Vet and paid $314 for him to tell us to come back in three weeks.
*And the time I lost my shit on one of my kids because he was making the most annoying noises ever.
*There was also the day that Princess Kate had her baby boy and it totally brought me back to the day 11 years ago when we welcomed our 8+ pound little Prince.
Except I didn't have to greet the media and millions of excited humans 24 hours later looking all awesome with perfectly styled hair, a pretty polka dot dress, cute little empty uterus and blemish-free skin.
And how is your summer going????