Bit of a grumpy day today. Okay, only grumpy when it seems like all the boys have to be talking to me all at the same time. Or when I feel like I go through the hours between 4pm and 6pm repeating myself ad naseum for no apparent reason. I can go on and on about dinner and bedtimes and homework or that there's a possible hurricane coming and we should probably get down in the basement. Five minutes later, I'd be the only one down in the basement, our roof flying off, and they'd still be playing with their legos or running around, completely clueless that if they'd just listen to their mother, they wouldn't be lost in some rubble of our house.

Or sitting at the table eating dinner without them.

A little passive-aggressive you say? Well, I've never claimed maturity.

At least I fed my children. I gave them strawberries for crying out loud. I gave them my strawberries!

argh.