" I can't believe we have such BAD kids "

This is what Robert kept repeating this weekend. Our kids were really really really horrible for much of the weekend. I am so thank ful for this blog so I can joke about things, because while going through it, I really don't know how I don't lose my mind. I literally use this as a tool to get mentally creative instead of putting my children up for adoption. I'm hoping that when I publish my blog ( which my friends told me I should do by year, so I can't wait until the end of this year to turn it into a book! ) I'll laugh about the craziness.

Let's begin the journey of my weekend.

Friday; Kyla packed her bags to move to meme & papa's house. She did not want to come home. I carried her around the block while she was screaming and kicking to stay at meme's house. Let me see if I can paint an accurate picture via typing how dramatic my 4 yr old daughter is:

Kyla: " I don't like my house, I only like Meme's house "

Robert: "Why Kyla, what don't you like about it? "
Kyla: " The hallway is too long and I don't have a cupboard I can reach to get my own cups."

Robert: " Ok, just stay up in the front of the house, you have everything you need up here and we'll give you a drawer for your cups. There are you happy now?"
Kyla: "No! I like the playroom though too."
Me: "Fine, we'll put your bed down there, but you can't leave that room then. "
Kyla: " THIS HOUSE IS SO BORING. WHY DO I HAVE TO BE HERE EVERY SINGLE DAY?"

( Capital letters for drama and extreme crying / sobbing at his point. Her eyes are practically swollen shut )

"I ONLY LIKE MEME'S HOUSE. I'M LEAVING. "

Me: "You don't like your bed, and your clothes, and your toys, and your playset outside."
Kyla: "Nope, all I need is my letter stuff in a purse, my Minnie Mouse costume, and my tea set. Meme has everything else."

Me: " What about me and dad and Kade and Jack?"
Kyla: " You guys can come over anytime you want. I JUST WANT TO STAY THERE EVERY DAY!"

Me: "Ok, Im done, get in your room. "
I wont even get into the disciplining part of this whole process..... it wasn't only interesting / cute - it was very defiant too. This is a small portion of what continued through the entire weekend.

This is the point that she was good for 2 days:



There was just SOOOOOOOOO much screaming, crying, and dramatic behavior this weekend. All 3 of them just couldn't seem to find a happy spot. SO much screaming and hitting, and arguing with each other. Nothing was making them happy, so I was thrilled to get out for a few hours and go to Kelly's 31st birthday gathering at Glory Days Saturday night! Robert took the kid with my parents to TJ's house for dinner. My kids are always better at "Uncle's House" They love Uncle's house and playing with Aiden. Kyla was going through Gavin withdrawls too! (o: Revisit the above Kyla conversation to know how my Saturday night went when it was time to go to bed. FUN FUN FUN.

Sunday the freaking Cowboys lost - maybe we'll win next week because Johnson will be the QB since Romo broke his pinky. HMMMMM - WONDER IF IT WAS DURING ALL OF THOSE SACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway.............

My parents and TJ, Serina, Aiden & Gavin came over for dinner - I didn't nap Kyla and Kade because I like to put them down early Sunday nights so I can watch Desperate Housewives in peace. No naps = really bad moods. Aiden makes everything better, so they weren't too bad once everyone got there, but Kade sure had his moments:




The pictures below dipict the 15 minutes of calm: ( I over-exhaggerate, but only slightly )

While they were doing that, I was doing this:

So....... this is how we felt this weekend. I had to remind him that we don't actually have bad kids perse, but that we had a weekend full of a 2 yr old, a 3 yr old and a 4 yr old in REALLY REALLY bad moods all at the same time. ( FOR 48 HRS )



I took these pictures to remind me that I love him instead of hating him for getting me pregnant 3 times.

Leave me some love to make me feel better........... I seriously think I've gone a bit crazy this weekend, I should have checked myself into a hospital.