But he doesn’t stop and it takes an amazing amount of patience, lost tooth enamel and unnecessary calories consumed in rapid frustrated spoons to the ice cream tub before he finally finishes the homework that I believe could have been completed in half the time if not for the musical interl...
Orange. Ugh. The boys are loud, squealing with delight as they find each other hidden behind furniture and under tables, and they are loud, yelling with outrage over a missed turn on the X Box or a controversial point. But they aren’t the reason for my poor cognitive functions. I ...
Last night, he cried at 2 a.m. for no apparent reason that we’ve been able to discern. Most days begin with the sound of crying raining down from upstairs as I cook my breakfast and lunch for work. Most days end with someone crying for some stupid reason before bed. Most nights, ...