Knock knock - whose there? - CPS - CPS Who?

Devy has gone back to Thatcher (this time I think she'll stay until the next school break, Labor Day). She and I spent the morning running her errands. Then her friends came and picked her up at 2:30. Thirty minutes before I needed to pick up Dallin. That ruined my first day of school and much needed “naked bum-mie dance” celebration. Such is the life of a mother.

This morning Bob and I got up at 4:30. I got the kids up at 5:15 for scriptures. After scriptures I made the kids eggs and muffins (my goal is to make a hot breakfast of some kind 3 times a week). When I saw Bob’s booty disappear behind the closing door I went back to bed. BECAUSE I WAS EXHAUSTED!

I had a dream and in my dream the boys were arguing. I was angry that they were fighting because I was exhausted. I dealt with their aggressive behavior in a way that seemed (in my dream) very appropriate and sane. I was holding their hands in the garbage disposal while telling them they better think of a good reason to tell the school why their fingers are disfigured. Nice Mom right?

I woke up and the boys were yelling at each other. Devy said they had been fighting the entire time I was napping. I wonder why I had that dream? Duh.

I love my boys. I do, I do.