It's been a long week.
It's been a long 7 weeks.
This week marks the end of Matt's out of town assignments, and I couldn't be more ready.
Neither could the boys, apparently. They need a dominant male back in the house.
They are whiny. They fight. They bicker. They fight. They're tired. They fight. And then they fight some more.
Tonight, as I was talking on the phone to my dad, I hear a ruckus in the bathroom during tooth brushing time. Chance comes out of the bathroom holding his eye, crying. Colton is now crying, too. I think just for good measure.
Colton punched me in the eye!
Did you, Colton?
He made me mad! (Colton is excused to the time-out step)
What did you do to make him mad, Chance?
I squirted the fluoride rinse into the cup when it was supposed to be his turn.
Wow. Huge offense, huh?
I leave Colt on the step for about 5 minutes, then head in there to talk to him.
*Insert* I am not a light walker. By any means. My heel-toe stomp can be heard for miles and/or minutes when I'm headed your way.
By the time I get to the step, Colton has his head bowed, and hands folded - looks a little bit like this-
Colton, you need to go apologize to your brother.
Fine! But, you shouldn't interrupt me when I'm praying for forgiveness!
Right. (trying so hard not to bust out laughing) Forgiveness. That's a great plan. You better finish that up and then apologize to your brother.