- put their shoes in the baskets in the mudroom?
- hang their jackets up on the hooks?
- NOT TOUCH ANYTHING but their matchbox cars?
Seriously. Don't touch anything. That includes the Christmas tree, the ornaments that you insist on using as soccer balls, the wrapping paper, and all items of food in the pantry. Also, please don't ask me to make you chicken nuggets. Don't ask me to turn on the Backyardigans for the 500-millionth time. And the tape- for hells sake- LEAVE MY TAPE ALONE! DO NOT wrap it around your head.
I have officially hit the "You-Are-Driving-Me-Crazy" Mom Wall. It's 11:24 in the late morning.
Aaron keeps asking me what I want for Christmas. And my answer is this;
- a house that will stay clean for at least 24 hours.
- a good book
- a moment of peace and quiet
That is all I want. You can tell me how much you love me, and how I'm your favorite wife EVER tonight as we battle the kids together. You wear the body armor, and I will wear camouflage. And know that right now I am singing U2's "Baby, Please Come Home" as I write.Seriously. Just come home.