No news is good news.

I just realized today I am done. I am not going to have any more babies. It is amazing what a year with a toddler boy does to you. I love my two children with all my heart but if we threw another one into the mix I would have to throw myself in an asylum. For example, today my daughter had no school. Usually when its me and Lil Ro its chill. Well all day long I hear No no no. Lil Ro no. Followed by screaming and a smack. I run in to see my kids laying on the floor entwined in a wrestling move. I breath deeply and hold my temper. Lil Ro back to your corner and Roana back to yours. Round two begin. I am blessed with two wonderful children so I am not going to test the waters any further.

Also today Roana sat at the kitchen table and had a meltdown. She seriously cried for 2 hours. I did not know what to do. She then told me she was going to lose recess because she did not do her spelling words. I am going to talk to her teacher tomorrow and I am going to stand behind the teachers suggestion. It ultimately is Roana's responsibility to be in charge of her homework. Know what I mean?

Right now it is 8:45 pm. Big Ro is snoring on our mattress and Roana is passed out on the couch. Lil Ro is running laps around me. I am trying to find the positive in all of this. I know one day I will look back and laugh at it all. I will huddle my grandchildren and tell them these stories of your mom/dad used to do the same things. I look forward to these days but I am honestly in no hurry to have them come. I know my children are good and like anyone else are entitled to having their day off and I mean that every way possible. I love my babies and want the world for them. I know with all I want to do. I will give them that some day soon. And if I do not I know I am giving them the best I can.