it always gets worse before it gets better

day two of no tv wasn't bad- until about 3 o'clock. then i wanted to run away to the bahamas. we had played outside ALL DAY and i was tired of following around the little speed demon phoebe. who, by the way, learned how to climb the BIG slide and wants to do it over and over and over and over and over and over and over. and the girls kept arguing and arguing and arguing and arguing and arguing..maybe you get why i'm so tired today. i wanted to give up and just turn on something, even though phoebe will tolerate tv the least out of the kids. but i kept repeating my mom's famous advice when it comes to starting out anything new or worthwhile, "it always gets worse before it gets better". and so, no tv again today. heaven help me, i can do this.

last night the girls' room was pretty warm from keeping the windows open all day- they didn't fall asleep till 9:30. and that is about 2 1/2 hours later then normal. it stunk as ty and i didn't get any good quiet time as we tried to go to bed at the same time and had to keep yelling "be quiet and go to bed!".

everyone slept in this morning, including me. woops. so i'm behind already. behind on working out. behind on breakfast dishes, chores, bill pay, everything. and here i am blogging. i guess i'll never learn.

but to lighten up the mood, here is a picture of how we torture phoebe after a long day of chasing her. we pull her pj's up waaaay too high and then call her the "urkel". remember that show? sometimes i miss the 90's.

 

 please disregard the boogie nose- i hate snotty faced pictures & didn't notice it at the time.

and i promise, we actually do phoebe's hair...sometimes.