How do I love them? Let me count the ways. One, um, one... I know I love them, but after being in the house with them since Monday, and having not talked to an adult since Thursday night (I did talk to Ryan, but it went like this: Me: Are you done? Him: Nope lunch break. Me: Can you open the root beer please? Will practically called me a liar when I told him I couldn't open it.) I am having a hard time putting up with my kids. Maybe because Will threw a fit about the root beer, threw a fit about breakfast (I said no marshmallows for breakfast) threw a fit about not being able to go outside with dad and the boys (paintball in 42 degree weather with a windchill and teen boys...), Kacy draws pictures all the time and then throws them on the ground, Kacy has an insanely high pitched pretending voice that I try my hardest to ignore because I'm not THAT mean to say "Stop pretending already!", because Ed can't keep his hands off the TV buttons, or out of the toilet, or off of the plastic kid chairs that he loves to slide across the floor, or because Lucy the dog has been locked up all day because of the boys being here and barks incessantly, or because all of this goes on at the same time- but I'm having a bad day. I forgot that one of the little darlings literally tore into a fresh loaf of bread that was meant to church tomorrow. My poor friend Kibbe has gotten long, rambling emails from me the last few days because of my lack of adult conversation. Luckily there is church tomorrow and I'll see people who are taller than three feet. And leave my trailer for the first time in 6 days. Yea!