It's been a rough week. Gemma has been nothing short of a total tyrant, giving me an all too vivid reminder of the colic she (and her tired mommy!) endured for 7 months. She's not sleeping...again...and on another food strike, unless it's cheese or spaghetti. Timmy, usually such an angel, decided to entirely disassemble his Lego Star Wars "Endor Base" and pour it down the air vent in his bedroom on Friday afternoon. Our house is an absolute disaster and for someone as OCD as I am, it's nearly unbearable. Just been one of those off weeks for our house.
But just when I think I can't handle it any longer, and wonder if I'm insane for wanting a 3rd baby, I see my 2 kiddos, shrieking with laughter on the tire swing in the back yard:)