Is It Naptime Yet?

I finished the book last night, such a relief, like a weight lifted off my shoulders. Still it exhausted me. Don't let that deter you from reading it. You won't regret reading it.

Another day of sports practices down at the school, cleaning, laundry, cooking, the usual. A mom's life. Monotony puncuated by silly little things.

Today it was a rousing game of "Smack My Hand With a Brush" in the backseat of the car. Yes, Josiah and Ashley came up with this wonderfully fun game. Up until this point, they had been laughing and playing in the backseat of the van. I had no clue as to what was going on til Josiah decided he had enough. Then the tattling commenced.

"Ashley hit my hand with a bru-ush!" he whined in that wonderful sing-song tone they use when they are tattling.

"You hit my hand and made a mark!" Ashley shot back.

"Well, you made my hand bleed!" Not sure how much truth there was to that one since I'm thinking some weeping and wailing would have started at the point of blood being drawn. I quickly put a stop to this game.

It seems there's a lot of petty fighting going on with the youngest three lately. I think we are all ready for school to start. Put on those new bookbags, meet some new people, change of scenery.