In the midst of the crazy I am reminded that I have two little boys that love me. My sweet AJ stopped a whole line of kids at school just so he could pick me a flower. #feelingloved #itsthelittlethings

In the midst of the crazy I am reminded that I have two little boys that love me. My sweet AJ stopped a whole line of kids at school just so he could pick me a flower. #feelingloved #itsthelittlethings

No Soliciting

Did you ever wonder why adults have such a hard time hearing the answer no? As a kid I did my fair share of soliciting….candy, cookies, magazines and the list goes on. I mostly convinced my neighbors and church people to buy my stuff, but when they said no I just shrugged and moved on to my next victim. No big deal.
A man came to my door today at 230pm. I’m not typically home at this time, but today I was. First, I live in a nice neighborhood with nice signs that say “no soliciting”. This man comes to my door and rather than ring the doorbell, opens the screen door and knocks (too hard). I cautiously open the door with my German Shepard mix barking next to me and he starts right in….”I sell windows and you’ve had 4 people on your street buy them…they were so satisfied…I have a deal for you…” I politely interrupt him and say I’m sorry but I’m on the phone (which I was) and I’m not interested, we don’t need new windows, but thanks so much. He literally looks at me with pure hate in his eyes and walks away (I mean does he really think I’m going to say YES! I need new windows! Here’s a blank check, you can start today!)
I was left feeling irritated and mostly wondering if I needed to grab my 9mm Ruger and sit and wait for the now angry window solicitor man to come back and take his revenge.
So beware of the “soliciting hour”…they don’t take “no” too well.

Tortured Mornings

It seems like no matter what I have twins that will cry, complain, argue and whine about getting ready for school. Now granted they are 5, but it never fails, it WILL happen. I pray for patience. I pray for wisdom. I pray for sanity. But the torture of what is morning still exists despite all the patience, wisdom and sanity I dish out. When will it end? Am I the only one with naughty children who just don’t want to listen? I’m new at being a mom with kids in school and it ruins my day when it turns into me screaming and yelling right before I have to drop them at school. And after all is said and done I feel horrible about the incident and try and wrap my brain around how it went from snuggles and “good mornings” to screaming and temper tantrums. I guess there’s always hope for tomorrow.
Time for a pumpkin spice latte.