Cats & Dogs Days of Summer
Hot dog, it's been hot these past few weeks! Drives the kids into the air conditioning (aren't we so deprived) and thus, into the summer version of cabin fever. Which in turn drives their mother bonko.
They've been fighting like cats and dogs lately. They are soooooo ready for school.
It usually doesn't end with a smile. More like a scream, loud crying, and a time-out.
Ally must have taken these pictures because I am too busy refereeing and crying on the inside during the ruckus that is sometimes our house.
It doesn't help that Dad is gone most of August at football practice. Sometimes he takes the boy with him, which usually (but not necessarily) means a reduction in noise and tears.
Oh, but then there are fleeting moments of cooperation and actual APPRECIATION for one another! Fleeting, blissful moments...
...moments of peace and genuine care for one another...
...when no one is screaming or hurting someone, but rather complimenting or helping their brother or sister. (without any prompting by Mom or Dad!)
Why do I write about such things? How can I expose the nitty-gritty of our daily lives? Who cares? Well, it's mostly therapeutic for me. Second, it proves to my husband what it can look and sound like around here when he's away. Third, it will be good evidence when the children are older and wondering what's wrong with their own kids!!
Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and forsake not your mother’s teaching, for they are a graceful garland for your head and pendants for your neck.--Proverbs 1:8-9
They've been fighting like cats and dogs lately. They are soooooo ready for school.
It usually doesn't end with a smile. More like a scream, loud crying, and a time-out.
Ally must have taken these pictures because I am too busy refereeing and crying on the inside during the ruckus that is sometimes our house.
It doesn't help that Dad is gone most of August at football practice. Sometimes he takes the boy with him, which usually (but not necessarily) means a reduction in noise and tears.
Oh, but then there are fleeting moments of cooperation and actual APPRECIATION for one another! Fleeting, blissful moments...
...moments of peace and genuine care for one another...
...when no one is screaming or hurting someone, but rather complimenting or helping their brother or sister. (without any prompting by Mom or Dad!)
Why do I write about such things? How can I expose the nitty-gritty of our daily lives? Who cares? Well, it's mostly therapeutic for me. Second, it proves to my husband what it can look and sound like around here when he's away. Third, it will be good evidence when the children are older and wondering what's wrong with their own kids!!
Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and forsake not your mother’s teaching, for they are a graceful garland for your head and pendants for your neck.--Proverbs 1:8-9
posted by Amy Siegert | 1:43 PM
2 Comments:
LOL!!!!!!!!
Ah, the joys of 1)being a mostly/sometimes single parent and 2)the end of summer crazies! I'm ready for school!
I want a do-over of last year. I want school to start, but I want to keep Wynnie at home ;)
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