What have I done?

There are often times during the course of the year I ask myself "What have I done to deserve this?" Today is one of those days. Today is a day when I seriously consider selling my son on the black market. Of course, I would never. I am grateful to have him in my life, to be his Mom, to be the one he sings his "Nite nite" song to every night and I get to be smothered in his snot nosed kisses - but still, I consider it, if even for just a second. I need something to get me through moments like this. Right? I can't be alone...can I?

Today, I am on a serious mission to clean my craft room of all of the stuff that has piled up in here. Tomorrow is trash pick up, so I've got to get this done. That means I put the boy in charge of himself. I fully expected to be shot at 900 times by anything he can make into a gun, to have bombs (hard golf balls) thrown at me and to be sliced by the light saber at least 12 dozen times. This is typical in this house.

About 1 1/2 hours into my cleaning, I realize, nothing has happened. I've not been shot, I'm not sporting any new bumps from bombs being thrown and I'm still whole. Something is wrong...very, very wrong.

Along with eating almost a dozen donuts that were in the fridge, the boy helped himself to some chocolate syrup. Oh, but he was thoughtful. He made a cup for me too.

Kids...gotta love em!