You Can't Win Em All

Does it go without saying that living with children is equivalent to living in bipolar moments?

Is this not the most precious candid shot? I walked into the bedroom to see the crew gathered around the Ipad wrapping the night up with You Tube funnies, a new favorite activity at the Hansen home. Doesn't Yosh do well with 4 kids? I'm convinced- especially after this weekend- that he'd be a better stay-at-home Mom that me. Unfortunately, I don't think Welfare would maintain our lifestyle and surely that would be our source of income if I won the title of "bread-winner."

In a matter of mere minutes, our home went from the above-pictured peace to ravenous anger. We're talking bulging blood-shot eyes, high pitched yelling, accusations of hate, etc etc. How does it happen? How does serenity unravel so quickly? I do not know. But here's my personal opinion......I much rather events transpiring in the reverse order before bedtime. I prefer hatred turned love and then lights out rather than the other way around. Because it always feels pretty crappy putting kids to bed in fired-up mode. Now it could be argued that we should abide by the infamous marriage advice......"Never go to bed angry." Fortunately, that advice was long ago replaced with............"Always fight naked," and I just don't find that appropriate for child/parent fighting.

And surely by no mistake, living with children is also like living with dementia- they woke up and didn't remember a thing. Except that they were hoping they would still have a cough and wouldn't be able to go to school. So this is where I found them bright and early, hacking up a lung of course:

But don't worry I'm sure they were only hacking up a lung for good measure. They're not really sick; they just sound sick enough that if I took them to school, mamas would be putting me on their hit list and I got 4 babies to take care of. I can't be getting killed off for a bitty cough and slight stuffy nose. And if you ask me, that's the perfect kind of sick anyway.

Here's the angel modeling a new outfit to get prepped for the beach next month. But when the forecast shows this:

 .....it invites a premature debut of this little number. And it invites me to gladly let the kids stay home from school for a cough. Except for The Sir- his booty got shipped off to school and he didn't argue a bit. The novelty of school is still running thick in his veins. Crossing my fingers it stays that way for............forever.

Yesterday on the way home from school, I asked Dallin how school went and he went on to brag that at the library........."I got a book that shows a woman's privacy............." Now come on, what in the world am I to do with that kind of information? Obviously ask for a follow-up, to which he replied something about an animal book. So was he talking about an animal woman's privacy or a woman woman's privacy? TBD, ya'll.......TBD. And in an effort to move on, I asked what else went on. But he was still stuck on the book..........."It showed this giant picture of a gun." What in the h-e-double hockey sticks is this book he's talking about? But I opted for silence. And he apparently had no more details to share.

Maybe today we all needed a day off from school................!