Oh, to be my husband.

Brian calls when he gets to Salt Lake today to say..."uggh, I'm tired".

This was at 10am, when all hell had already commenced to break loose around here.
Walk a day in my shoes, my friend....walk a day in my shoes.

Ironically, though, if he offered to switch "shoes" with me one day...he'd have a tough time prying this pair of mine off of me.

Ok then!

Enough metaphors today for this ladayyy....I think I'm just having one of those days where I'm so fucking tired I don't know how to think straight, much less write normally.

Jonathan just knocked over the fireplace screen, swiftly falling on his back and smacking his head against the hard floor....did he cry? No. Just laughed a little and got back up again, hair disheveled and dirty from the fall. Hysterical....my boys.

Same gender?
Check.
Same child?
Not even close.

Gearing up for a fun day-road-trip tomorrow with both boys...more tomorrow!