It's officially - yeah this really happened week.
Let's start here. X. I am apparently out of Zaza full functioning mode. I mean the kind of mode that mommies with multiple children of various ages operate in everyday. They can change a baby with one hand, put out a kitchen fire with the other and hold down a toddler trying to escape with a big toe all in one day. While talking on the phone with customer service about an overage on that cable bill. Me, not so much. Used to. Absolutely. No matter what my kids tell you.
Recently I had the little Wolf Pack all at one time. Ages 2-7. I think I'm out of practice. Ok. I know I'm out of practice. I ran up and down the stairs. Being up when I needed to be down and down when I needed to be up. When I told my son I wanted to keep them all for the long weekend together - he laughed. Matter of fact it was a crazy mad scientist laugh. He called one time to see how it was going. I think he was laughing so hard he was crying when he hung up that time.
It was like this:
I kept up the artificial tree that I never before had as it went against the sacred live tree family tradition. (Sorry Raymond Atkins) See previous posts on Facebook for full fake tree disclosure) But the Wolf pack wanted the tree up and to stay up and up and since it didn't need water in spite of the fact I kept thinking - Gee this tree feels dry, think I'll give it water - to keep wolf pack happy - I left tree up. Little did I know that they had evil plans of their own such as taking all the underwear from the laundry basket the moment I left the room and decorating said tree with it.
Or helping to clean by trying to flush juice bottles down the magic water hole.
But at the end of the day - I wouldn't have traded those funny moments in between, the snuggle movie moments, the story time, car time, lego time, fire time.
Which reminds me - when a kid says with wistful bulging eyes, OH, WOW!!! you mean that's what happens to paper when you put a match to it! When you are building a fire - might be something I want to tell their parents.
Back sore. Heart full. Wolf pack, next time - sleeping over means nap time and a good book!
Click, Clack Moo is on the nightstand.
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