With only 8 (theoretical) weeks left until Anna’s arrival, I am unbearably tired. Which means that my patience is at an all time low, and the days are very long. Very, very long. There is no down time, and by 10:30 this morning I was ready to throw the kids outside and lock all the doors. Considering that isn’t a reasonable option, instead I spent 45 minutes trying to convince them that it would be fun to go to the park. 45 minutes fighting them into shoes and jackets and car seats.
They had a fabulous time and were almost bearable the rest of the afternoon.
Almost.