Dylan said he hated me yesterday for the first time. Monumental. Can't feel too bad since he felt that way because I was making him clean up his mess.
Oliver woke up 2x last night crying. On the bright side, he cuddled up to me and fell asleep in my arms. A rarity for my big boy.
Our relief society is collecting pictures of all the women in our relief society. So I pulled up some pictures I had on my computer. I pulled up my favorite, favorite pictures we had taken when the twins turned 1. Comparing those pictures to the pictures we had taken when the twins turned 4 and my word I've gone to hell in a hand basket. Wrinkles, bags under my eyes. Awful. Sad. I'm getting gray hairs. What is happening to me?!? I know. 3 little boys. That's what.
The boys were being naughty last night. My patience was gone. It'd been a long day and it was late in the evening. Charlie had done something and exasperated I exclaimed, "Holy hell, Charlie!" (I know, not really appropriate mothering language) He turned around and said to me, "You're a Holy Hell, Mom!!" I had to turn around to hide my laugh. He tried it one more time and I had to straight-faced tell him he can't say that. Oh man, nothing like being caught red-handed.