These are my kids: Bongo, Lulabelle, and the Baby. They are talented, smart, funny (they get that from me), good-looking (they get that from their mother), and all-around awesome.
When people see them they think they’re like this all the time.
I love my kids!
Usually, they get along exceptionally well, but now that it’s summer they’ve been spending a lot more time with each other. This means that by the time I come home from work they’ve pretty much driven each other (and their mother) crazy. That’s when the fighting starts.
I don’t know if it’s the whining or the screaming part of the fighting—no wait, it’s totally the screaming—however, when the fighting starts something terrible happens to me.
I get so angry that I lose the ability to formulate coherent sentences. I feel like Madeline Kahn in this scene from Clue.
I love my kids. Let me say it again, I love my kids! However, the fighting and screaming, have to go. My sanity depends on it.
All images are from my flickr, unless otherwise noted.









