*disclaimer, this not aimed at anyone in particular, it's based of the complaints of facebook as of late.*
The weather has been insane! The schools have been closed or delayed for weeks, I think they only went to school two days last week and the week before. Now, I'm going a little stir crazy!


I have my kids all day long every day, the way I feel I'm supposed to do. I feel I'm supposed to have these little people here with me and that I'm supposed to be teaching them at home. Our lives work really well this way. Yes, it takes a lot, yes I give up a lot, but I think we're getting more in return. Yes, there are days I want to throw in the towel, I want to put them on a bus and leave it to someone else. But I take a deep breath, and go on with my day. (maybe having to issue an apology along the way)I'm happy that I can be (for the most part) happy to have them home. I'm happy that I don't feel the need to complain over and over again that my kids are home for a few extra days because of snow. As we get closer to having to hand "little man" over to his grandparents, I'm trying to take the time with all my children and enjoy them more. (even if I'm with a little less hair than normal)


Each day is new and we get a fresh start (even if our kids our quoting our words from yesterday). We all need a break, we all need a night out, a fresh start. But when you can't seem to enjoy you're kids on a Monday, because they're supposed to be in school, that's a sad day. When I asked the kids what they enjoyed the most about the snow, they replied, football, bingo, and daddy was home. So through all my babbling this morning, I guess the main point, is through the screaming, the fighting, and the endless episodes of Dinosaur Train and Calliou, they are growing and I don't want to miss it.