This week I’ve been reminded why we (I) decided to have more than one kid.
Cowboy is taking his turn to go visit great-grandparents in another state. It’s just me & Dolly here this week.
And the 6-million-questions game.
Can we play dollies? Can I have a cheese stick? Can we go water Gran’s plants now? Can we go swimming today? Can I play the Wii? Can we go to Ben & Jerry’s? Can I go play outside? Can we go to the store and get popsicles? Can I draw? Can you draw with me? Can I have a piece of tape? Can we go to the park? Can I have a new Ramona book? Can I have another cheese stick?
No single question is inherently diabolical. But they all add up to one slightly insane mom.
The ever-constant heat advisories outside aren’t helping, either. Trapped in the air conditioning in Houston is very similar to being trapped inside during a snowstorm in New Mexico. I’m thinking we need a treadmill, for the kids.
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You can put kids on a treadmill. They actually think it’s fun (don’t tell them it’s exercise!)
Seriously, I feel your pain. I’m stuck in the house with three surly teenagers (well, one’s a surly 21 yo).
I’m thinking there has to be an adult hang out somewhere where we can get away from these snots?
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Okay, I have a plan. You bring yours over to babysit mine, and we’ll go do something fun! LOL
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