Yesterday was a particuarly trying day here at the boogie abode. Both the boys woke up with an unquenchable fiery spirit and were literally climbing the walls in their bedroom at one point. Tyler was being mouthy, Toby was not listening “the first time” and in general both of them were about as foolish as I had ever seen them.

I mentioned the type of day I had  to my hubby when he came home from work and he decided to have a little talk with them before they went to bed. The talk didn’t phase Toby at all, and I am not sure he was even listening. Tyler, on the other hand, went into full on hyper ventilating mode and sobbed uncontrollably. He is always harder on himself then we could ever be.

Finally we calmed him down, reassured him of our love and kissed him good night. About 45 minutes later I heard more crying in the boy’s bedroom. My first thought from the intensity of the cry was that the typical has occurred. Typical being Toby clobbering Ty over his head as he is about to go to sleep.

I went to check it out and was met with Ty hiding under his covers and telling me he didn’t want to talk to me. I persisted and finally Ty blurted out, ” I can not lie. I have to be honest with you Mumma. Today in the family room I said the word ’ship’ and I knoooow that is a bad word.”

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I’m back. I’d like to say that I am fresh and renewed, but that would be a lie. I am completely burnt out. If I could get a few hours off from the boys today, it would not be soon enough.

I did, however, have a wonderful visit. A visit that was difficult to end. It has been a very long time since I had such a great time at my parents. We all got along and the boys were, most of the time, on very good behavior. I enjoyed seeing my mom graduate and giving her a party to celebrate. I loved seeing extended family, as well as meet a new niece and nephew.

My boys got to tromp through the woods, explore wildlife, spend time with Papa and cousins. It was such a great experience for them. I am already scheming a trip in the winter so they can play in the snow.

All good things must end, and I cried as we said goodbye. Then I cried in frustration upon my return home when I became overwhelmed with the amount of things I need to catch up on. The boys are extra cranky, wiggling out all the pent up naughty behavior they suppressed while on our vacation.

I will still be around in the next few days, but my appearances will probably be as scarce as a Hollywood Star that hasn’t been to rehab.

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