They’re good kids, but every once in a while…

A rundown of my afternoon/evening with husband away, gymnastics and late soccer practice and apparently too much sugar – or ??

 

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pillows on heads of little munchkins running and laughing through the halls[/box]

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2

the maximum amount of minutes between a deranged scream or cry for help from a child once we got home for the evening[/box]

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8

the amount of times Aubrey “accidentally” hit, swatted, or pushed another child tonight
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1

the amount of times a child required me to walk all the way across the field to take her to the bathroom right when we were about to leave soccer practice
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9

pm and they finally are quiet
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11

minutes after I thought they were quiet when the last one comes out one more time
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The amount of hours I can go from being a blissful stay-at-home mom for the afternoon who thinks she can handle anything to being a crazy woman[/box]