Remember the days of looking forward to Friday night? Ha, where have they gone? Now Friday nights consist of, “Will you please go to bed, if you do, I will get Munchkins in the morning”. Followed by, “Mom, its not a school night, can’t we watch more TV”? I wish they were still young enough to bribe. With The boss being 6 and Marsha, Marsha, Marsha being 4.5, we are past that. Then there is The Babe, 2.5, who always pushes the limit. It’s like she knows that mommy and daddy are looking forward to some “together” time. Usually, I end up staring at the clock at about 11:00, while listening to The Big Guy snore thinking, “Are you kidding, is this what life has become”?

Wake up, it’s Saturday morning. Does the clock really say 6:45? You have to be kidding me. The Babe has already taken off all her pj’s and her pull up, and is running around buck naked by 7:00. She has brought me the Balmex tube and is requesting it to be smeared on her baby doll’s ghina. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha and The Boss are screaming for breakfast. The big guy and me are still laying in bed yelling at them to watch cartoons in their rooms. We do this every Saturday morning. It’s like we don’t remember the weekend before!

By lunchtime the Big Guy is done with the bullsh** of the day and I am ready for him to go back to work. I like the convenience of him being home, but he just doesn’t get our routine. You would think after 6 years of this it would get better, but not so much. Saturday afternoon follows suit. By evening, we are still looking for that “together” time. Then there is the thought of showering. It is the weekend, but I guess The Big Guy deserves some clean loving too.

Sunday morning is here. We should really take them to Sunday School, but that would mean showers and getting dressed before 8:00. They do say their prayers before dinner and bedtime, that is good enough, right? Sundays are the worst for the tribe. It is like their brains turn off and they have gone deaf. Typical conversation, “But mom, you never said not to jump from the chair to the couch”, yes i did, “You said not to jump on the couch”. What in the shit is wrong with them. Did I really spawn them? Dinner is put on the table, and The Babe is still naked, did we not get her dressed today? The Boss gives her critique of the food, it is gross. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha makes that face she does, and The Big Guy is already yelling that everyone is going to eat mommy’s dinner or no anything tonight. I think at that point he runs out of threats. Sunday is almost over!!!

How many days till next weekend?

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