So, the offspring have been back in school for 2 days now. And I'm finally feeling like I'm no longer crazy. Because that's how I feel when they're surrounding me All. Day. Long. Oh, and I'm pretty sure I scream more when school is out.
I still haven't figured out the whole 4-day break for Easter. Which happens right after a week off for Spring Break. What? Why is that ever a good idea? Child #1 informed me yesterday that there are only 8 more Mondays of school. I almost vomited. Right on top of her.
Let it be known that we did survive. All our togetherness. I'm inclined to believe that copious amounts of Easter candy can make any situation better.
We had cousins in town. And here's what we did-- we ran them ragged. And once that was all done, we let them trash my mom's house. Good times.
Note for the future: If you put Angel Baby in a go-kart, she will freak out! Happiness exploded right out of her body. It was delightful.
And my kids practiced writing my signature. Apparently Child #1 doesn't need the practice because she's "got it down". While some families were talking with sweet voices about Jesus and the Resurrection, mine were refining their skills at forgery. A nice weekend wrap up.