Sunday's are.....

Strange.

I love the mornings-

quiet 

still

a whole day ahead of me with possibilities galore

then

come around

3pm

I start to

panic-

I look at the house

the pile of clothes in the laundry

room-

the kids rooms-

a little trails left behind 

each action

each choice 

of the day-

dressing up 

tea parties

trucks and mighty machines stacked on books like piles of dirt

Wii games laid out 

played one after the other-

and let us not forget the heart of the house

the kitchen-

dishes, grape jelly on the counter tops, sippie's full of half drunk milk, chocolate milk cup with straws,

old french fries and chicken nuggets-

I look around to find my morning self

freaked out by what my 

afternoon self has to accomplish before dinner time-

once dinner comes and homework starts

the night is done 

all we end up doing from 6pm on is 

hanging-

hanging and trying to relax  from the day-

I never thought life with kids would be so

HECTIC

so full of weeding this and that, bending over, picking up

playing with the neighbors kids like they are your own

feeding, intervening 

and most of all

maintaining and watching-

The goal is to just make sure these little nuts don't KILL themselves or each other.

Ah Sunday's

a day full of UPs and DOWNs