Hormone disaster-fest

Well, at least once a day now I am a weepy mess. Usually following when I'm grumpy and then feel bad that I'm not a nicer person. It's a bad, bad cycle. Pregnancy hormones!! I think the family is really understanding despite this. Of course, I can do no wrong in my husband's eyes - lots of grace from the hubs!!

But, to my credit the kids are totally not following my requests for little chores during the day, and I'm constantly going over the same things. Like turning lights off, picking messes they make, etc. And the fighting. Seriously. These kids are literally best friends. I can't pry them away from each other. They are sleeping next to each other on the floor every night on a make-shift blanket bed (I can't imagine what that hard floor feels like). But then it happens.

"IT WAS MY TURN!!!"

"NO, NO IT WASN'T!!"

Then it escalates a little more until they are both practically crying and they're yelling at each other.  Then I hear the footsteps. I have to hear the whole darn thing re-hashed and then tell them what I think is most fair. Then my decision is argued with. Sometimes I really lose my patience and feel like I'm losing my mind.

Five minutes later, they're laughing and playing again, and I'm still riled up. ARGGGGH!

What really brings a funny twist to this scenario, however, is when my two year old walks in the room and says, "You frustrated, Mommy?" There is an old-school (Steve) Blue's Clues where they deal with the subject of frustration. They say, "Stop, breathe, and think." So when he asked me if I was frustrated I said, "Yes, Mommy is frustrated, so I'm going to stop...breathe...." and then he chimes in, "And think!"