I've decided to open my blog back up. Not that it really matters because there aren't any readers out there except for Julie. I was feeling a little self-concious about what I've written but I guess it really doesn't matter too much, does it?
About 9 years ago when I was teaching school I hated Mondays. Sunday nights were probably even worse because of the dread of the next morning. That teaching job was really awful and I don't want to talk about that but I was thinking this morning that I like Mondays now. I get to send the girls off to school, my husband off to work and though I still have two kids at home, it feels like my little break from the week. Weekends are definitely not my time off. I don't tend to cook very much but taking care of the kids is always rougher on the weekends. They go crazy, especially on Sundays. They tend to get so silly and giggly. There's part of me that wonders why it irritates me so much. Shouldn't I be laughing at their goofiness instead of wanting to spank them? I really need to "Chill Out!" like my dad often tells me to do.
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I know what you mean about getting irritated with the kids even when they're not doing anything wrong--just making noise. I'm glad I'm not the only one!
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