Day 5- not our best

It was SO not our best that I don't even have a charming pic to add. You also know it's SO not your best when your daughter concludes the day by saying, "You were mean tonight, mommy." Thanks for the verbal encouragement, dear! The day probably wouldn't have been so "bad" had I not had any expectations. You know, to not have a dream equals not having the dream squashed like a bug under your feet.

Let's just say I made the fatal mistake of trying to make our outside play time "productive" by weeding. When the freak have I ever weeded before, anyhow? Try weeding with a 3 year old, a 1 year old and a 5 1/2 year old basket case of a dog all trying to "help." Yeah, thanks but no thanks. I guess I just thought I'd try to surprise Steve when he gets home with some home improvement. Needless to say I nearly lost my mind. It all went pretty much downhill from there.

Of all of us, I think Turner is feeling the effects of daddy being gone the most. Cooped up in the house of women is not boding well for the little man. Something snapped and testosterone took over tonight. Somewhere between early bath and bedtime he became a full-fledged B.O.Y. Perhaps he is always like this but I think daddy usually takes the brunt of the physical force. Kid was so disobedient today he went from never being spanked to his first 15 all in the course of about 2 hours.

I'm not sure I've ever been happier to see 7:30 roll around in my life. We have nothing planned for tomorrow evening, but I'll tell you one thing, we sure as h-e-double hockey sticks ARE NOT staying around here. Here's hoping the weather is good enough to wear them out at the pool tomorrow. Sweet family pics to follow, but there I go with those pesky expectations again.