By every Thursday evening i am pretty much done for the week. Exhaustion sets in and the kids can get away with more than normal. Tonight presented an image that really represents how i feel every Thursday. Post bath and pj play time with the kids brushing (more like beating) my hair to make me look like Repunzel. Which whatever they come up with probably is an improvement to my normal crawled out from under a rock look. Then i end up laid out face first with all four climbing, sitting, and pulling on me while my 4yr old son beats me with a pool noodle yelling "Mush!" when i finally escape to get the bed time routine ready, my son comes in and says "it's jumping time. We are jumping off the dresser." all i see are ER visits and the Cosby Show episode where Theo and Vanessa play cannon ball with Rudy tossing her into the wall. oh the joys. i wouldn't trade one second of any of it <3
