Duck Duck Goose

Have you ever had one of those days/weeks/years when your life feels like a child's game?

You know you are going to get picked and going to have to run for your

LIFE!

My life is pretty good, but there are days when I feel like throwing my arms

up and begging to be left alone.  Not now Please.

Since arriving home a week ago I have been exhausted so much

that I slept for 16 hours Saturday night.  I find it difficult to

drag this "lithe" (snicker) frame out of bed in the mornings.

But...I do and then hit the floor running.  There is so much to

be done.  I appreciate that Mr. Finn said the house was cleaner 

than when I left it, but we differ on how that became his reality.

Thanks to my folks I have an Oreck vacuum to play with and it is

getting indoctrinated into our home.  How often do you have to 

change a bag?  Scary to even being asking that question.

Yucky floors.

The children are so happy to be home with their Daddy.  

Miss Boo has had a strange way of showing it.  

I thought six was too young for the "I hate you" outbursts.  

Apparently everything I knew about

parenting is going to be thrown out the door with this one.  

He told her she could get a new Daddy to which she retorted:  

"I hate you...I will hate the new one too".

We are working on her choice of anger outbursts.  

Any suggestions?

At least today she is happy and CHEERFUL.  A rare combination

for her.  I understand that her "tummy" problems don't help

her disposition, but we need to get this taken care of before

we have to find the duct tape.  Don't pretend you are shocked

and horrified by that.  We have all thought of it at least

once.  I love my child.  I love my child.

I LOVE MISS BOO!!!