Road Trip

I've been on a road trip this morning.  When I got up this morning, I didn't know I'd be hitting the road.  That's just the nature of this life right now - everyday brings a new adventure.  As I was still warm and cozy in my bed with the littlest little, I heard Will yelling for Jack.  Now this is a no-no.  We do not under any circumstance yell to wake up our brother.  He knows this, but apparently had a lapse of remembering how not pleasant mommy can be when a rule is broken so early in the blankety-blank morning.  I SHHHHHHSHHHHd from my room across the house, cause it was simply too early to get up, and also I'm lazy.  That seemed to do the trick.  For a minute.  Then there was a little face in my face.  I dragged him up into my bed, ignoring his complaints of not wanting to go back to sleep.  Tough boogies.  Try.  Cause I'm kind like that.  Finally after another 30 minutes of baby feet in my back and toddler breath in my face I gave up the fight.  I'll sleep some other year.  From there it all went downhill.  Fast.  Faster than my IQ since having children.  All I can do on days like these is buckle up my seat belt and pray.  I've been on this trip before, this road trip to hell.  That's where we are right now.  Ryan has only not screamed about one thing today and that was grapes (that sentence was possibly the worst constructed thing I've ever written:))  Will is finally turning into a human being - he too had a bad case of the screamies and the hitties and the pushies and some other made up wordies.  EK really hasn't been too bad other than complaining about wanting to live at the beach since we're about to get dumped on - 4-10inches of snow?????  Ice too.  Jack woke up whining - I'm not kidding.  The first thing out of his mouth was "my head hurts," to which I promptly replied, "if I had a head like that it'd hurt too."  See above about my unending kindness.  The rest of the morning was like watching the instant replay on the ref's cam at a football game.  Rewind.  See the same thing again.  Rewind. Watch.  The kids had a megadose of anti-mommy medicine last night.  They are invincible to my sighs and eyerolls today.  bad news for me.  I'm too tired to actually apply any discipline other than threats that sound something like, "if you keep doing that, you'll never have another piece of candy ever in your life ever."  Effective, I know. 
So  I tip my hat to Rodney Atkins who wrote my theme song for this day:
If you're going through hell, keep on going
don't slow down, if you're scared don't show it
you might get out before the devil even knows you're there

Catch you on the flip side peeps.