My children are conspiring to drive me over the edge. When I'm gone off the edge they know they can have as many Cheetos as they want and no one will say a word. Why do I feel this way? I think they were whispering to each other in the mini van last night and plotting my demise. In fact, I'm sure of it.
And really, why is it that no one mentioned to me that the 3rd child tends to be a little bit more "into stuff"? As in: into the trash, into the freezer ( what 2 yr old doesn't like to suck on ice cubes all day?), into the toilet, into my makeup, into my mousse, into...well...pretty much anything that may in some way be messy or otherwise annoying to clean up. I was starting to think he just needed the attention, but I really don't think that's it. He's quietly destroying my sobriety. Several of you are chuckling now. 'Cause like, I really never HAD any sobriety for him to destroy :) Seriously though. Last night I was exhausted. Mom's out of town again, so I am on doggy duty. F-U-N. I was really wiped out yesterday from being supermom/daughter and Ry picks this moment to do his thing. Last night it was emptying 1/2 a box of Kleenex into the toilet and flushing. What, didn't they all go down the first time sweetie, well by all means...flush again!! Still not down and now there is water all over the hardwood floor? Well my little angel, you should FLUSH AGAIN! It took me 20 minutes to plunger that loveliness down and then I got to mop the floor. Am I the luckiest mom ever, or what?? Yes, that's right- or what. You may say to yourself, "self...what was Amy doing while he was emptying the Kleenex into the toilet and flushing thrice?" I was packing Justin's lunch, cleaning out his backpack, and quizzing him on spelling words. I was muti-tasking. Only I forgot to turn on my x-ray Ryan eyes to watch him. Silly mistake. What did I do after this debacle was cleaned up and the chiclets were in bed? Oh yes I did! I mixed up a chocolate martini. And promptly forgave Ryan for being 2 1/2.
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THIRD CHILD SYNDROME. I have lived it. hell, I'm still living it. And I buy a lot of beer :)
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