I have two beautiful and loving children whom I adore most of the time. Ask any parent, and they will tell you that their children are the most wonderful of creatures who enrich our lives and make us whole everyday they are on the planet. However, if the same parents are being totally honest, they would also acknowledge that there are moments when you must fight the instinct to take their most prized possession and set it on fire just to spite them.
Today I have considered this very thing and have thankfully made it through to bedtime with Teddy's limbs still in tact... See proof below (yes, Teddy is a lamb but calls him Teddy so we go with it):
It could be that I am more stressed than usual with my injury that has me grounded or the fact that I ate a chicken burger today and I never eat burgers and only rarely eat meat. Who knows where it is coming from but it seemed that every thing that came out of my mouth was challenged by my two darling little monsters. In all his six years on the Earth, my little man has only gone to bed without a bedtime story a small handful of times. My daughter had her med injection today so I admit to indulging her on injection day. This has resulted in a child that resembles the person who is next in line at Tim Hortons; just behind the guy getting breakfast and coffee for all 50 of his coworkers. See example below:
However, after a long and taxing day, I have called a truce and we managed to have a nice quiet moment reading Lightening McQueen and the Ghost Light and everyone went to bed peacefully. Normally I would now head out for my run but instead, I sit at the MAC, drinking the last of the Shiraz and wondering if tomorrow will be more peace - less war.