FRUSTRATION

I think that sometimes my children's whole mission in life is to frustrate me. Small example of daily occurences:

So my house has been littered with "stuff" (mostly toys) the last little while. Mainly because I am so huge and it gets so uncomfortable to bend over. And not to mention it's usually a bigger battle than it's worth to get the kids to do it. Anyway, the mess is making me crazy!!!!

So I employ my childrens help to pick up everything and help get our house back in order. (I say back in order like that's the way it usually is. It is. I promise. Okay not really) It takes time and prodding and energy (which I am pretty short on these days). But we finally get it to the point that I can vacuum.

So the boy turns to me as I am ready to turn the vacuum on.

the boy: "mom, can we use the cusions of the couch to make a fort."

me: "not right now, the boy, I am going to vacuum."

the boy: "well, we'll just do it in the hallway."

me: "later, the boy, I am going to vacuum the hallway."

the boy: "are you going to vacuum the bedrooms?"

me: "yes. I am vacuuming everywhere. Just wait until I am done vacuuming."

the boy: "well are you going to vacuum on the wood part of the floor?"

me: "yes"

the boy: " no, I mean the part of the floor where the WOOD is." (pointing)

me: "yes I am vacuuming everywhere. Wait until I am done."

the boy: "well mom, the smallish boy needs a fort."

me: "then it will have to wait until I am finished vacuuming" (voice elevating at this time)

the boy: "well can I just use two cusions then?"

me: "NOOOOOO"

the boy: "okay"

me: Start vacuuming sequence. About one minute into it I look up and see all three children carting the blankets we just folded and put away, out of the closet and to the site of the "fort". Have mercy on me!!!!!!!!!

Maybe it doesn't seem as bad to you. But to a hormonal pregnant woman who has become insane by demanding children and a messy house it was pretty dramatic.