Weasel Of Doom

[Disclaimer: I love my kids. It's just that sometimes they are a pain in the butt.]

Yesterday evening, S. was needy and wanted to be held, so I could not do anything unless B. was around. Then D. was up from midnight to about 4 am. Screaming, for no reason that we could determine. It was 6 am by the time I finally went to bed, because the house had to be cleaned (mother- and brother-in-law are over for Christmas dinner; house a disaster zone). For a while there, I thought I would fall asleep washing the kitchen floor. And this morning, S. was back to screaming every time I tried putting him down.

Conversation with my Dad:

Me: So if I am with him, he screams. If B. is with him, he falls asleep.

Dad: He knows his father’s hand.

Me: If he keeps up with the screaming, he is going to know his mother’s hand, too.

[No kids were harmed, though some were asking for it.]

On the plus side, all that is left to clean are the upstairs bathrooms. And then maybe I will actually get to sort though something. And pigs will fly, and hell will freeze over, and it will all be my fault. ;-)