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Mother of the Year Goes to.... Not Me

Every morning I go to the gym to exercise. I love it because I have a lot of friends there (it's my adult interaction for the day...hahah...but seriously...), endorphins are released, I feel powerful and strong....etc. Fast forward to about 10 minutes after I arrive home.

Kids are fighting over who grabbed the box of cereal first.

Tears are rolling down cheeks from, "Cameron looked at me in a mean way."

Fights are breaking out between who has to be the flippin' monkey in the middle...

You get the idea.

So pretty much all the good I do at 5:30 in the wee early morning hours gets completely undone. (Perhaps I should schedule my workouts to after the kids leave for school instead?)

Anyway, today was no different. The kids actually all got ready on their own really well without any fights. They had a good 20 minutes to kill before we had to leave for school. They decided to play a game (but not the blasted Monkey in the Middle game...No! No! I banned that game [and 'jinx&#…


We took a trip up to Island Park one time (a small town just outside Yellowstone). They had the cutest little cabins there--and we felt so cool staying there. Sometimes I liked to pretend I was Laura Engels from The Little House on the Prairie (I daydreamed SO much).

Anyway, they have a little shop in town that we went to check out. Lance thought the girl that worked there was kind of cute. When she asked him what his name was, he told her. But she must have misunderstood because she kept calling him, "Clarence." He was so ticked off about it. We teased him about it for a while, and he would get so angry. Clarence never had a funny sense of humor about that.


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