Someone asked me yesterday, “So, what’s your house like with three sons?”
My answer? “Loud”.
Very, very loud.
This morning so many things were going on in the short two hours I have been awake.
Item one: We are getting ready to go somewhere. I had to yell over the Dude Perfect that was blaring from the TV for everyone to get ready. Thanks to the recent change in seasons, no one could find pants that fit. No one. My jeans must have shrunk since last season — they were making this terrible muffin top. Dumb dryer.
Evan came in wearing a pair of jeans that were size 14. He wears a 10. When I told him they were too big he proceeded to get another pair that fit better. Also size 14. Given the wailing that ensued from the first pair of too big jeans, I just tightened them (thank you person that invented the adjustable waist. You should receive the Nobel Peace Prize) and rolled them up.
Caleb came in looking for some socks. NBD in real life, but today he was wearing baseball pants. SCORE!!! Wear baseball socks, man. Problem solved. No, he doesn’t have a baseball game — we don’t do fall ball. Nobody needs to know the kid didn’t play today, though. Baseball pants for the win.
Michael just constantly makes noise. Talking, singing, chanting……I don’t even hear it anymore.
Item 2: Life after lice: Month 10
I was drying my hair with a wide tooth comb, as I have since I threw away my Wet Brush in December 2015. Even though I eradicated those creepy crawlies last December I have not bought a new Wet Brush, mainly because I might be a little crazy. Somehow in brain, I feel like if I buy a new Wet Brush, I will get lice again. Today I realized that might be a little irrational. So, today I will buy a new brush. Today I will break the cycle of crazy from the lice. Ten. Months. Later……
Item 3: Breakfast.
They have been awake for 3 hours and JUST NOW realized they didn’t eat breakfast. Thus ensuing epic meltdowns. Because there’s nothing to eat. Interpreted: there’s no Shipleys.
It is time to go and I don’t have time to edit this, so do not judge too harshly. Just enjoy the glimpse into my loud, beautiful life.