I'm not trying to whine but my kids can drive me a little bit crazy. After so many sleep deprived mornings that begin well before the suns up and days that end with a bout of insomnia, I tend to find myself getting a little closer to the cracking point. I am pretty much the sole care giver (my husband drives truck and is really only home a few hours per week), and can only take so much "mommy, mommy, mommy".
So I have this wonderful Mom myself who so unselfishly asks to keep my daughters at her house for 24 hours straight (she's a saint isn't she?). I of course jump on that and we exchange children at lunch yesterday.
I came home decided to get some yardwork done by trimming up some of the trees in the creek. I come across several really cool rocks, and guess who I want to run and tell? Maddy, my oldest daughter who is at Nana's. Later that day I built a really cool waterfall, again who do I want to tell? Maddy.
So now its about 4 hours before I get to pick my girls up and I find myself really missing them. How's that for crazy? All I looked forward to all week was a day by myself and yet I can't even make it that far.