I hate 3:00

So it's early out and only 2:34 but I still hate the whole idea around 3:00 and even if it is earlier one day a week (DO NOT get me started on all this late start/early out crap. I really did go to school from 8:00-2:45 EVERY DAY for 12 years. I remember it well). Suddenly in the very middle of the day you are magically suppose to have dinner in your head, the house cleaned, happy face on and car ready to roll. Oh I forgot to mention be excited to do the homework NO BODY wants do.

If life ran according to me we would all sleep from 2:30-4:00 every day and just bypass all the yuckiness of 3:00. Maybe then I would wake up thrilled to do spelling AGAIN and delighted to read with you the books we both despise. I still wouldn't think of dinner until 6:00pm when it is time to eat. Sorry that is just the way I roll. Good thing I live nowhere that offers a decent variety of takeout. There was a time I had a $200 a month budget for takeout... oh those were the days. The last 7 years have been a living hell. What can I say.

Actually they haven't been bad, but I miss my budget for takeout. I also miss my nap that allows 3:00 to be skipped. Much about the previous life I miss, but I would miss the little bodies more. I would miss them running around in their underwear. I would miss their kisses. I would miss their hand holding. I still have a 7 year old who loves to hold my hand. They have taught their 1 year old brother to be an excellent hand holder. Sometimes I wish my hands were empty. Lots of times I wish my fists were full of dollars (movie reference... do you know who) but I do love what they are full of most of the time. Hair, Food, iPad, Keys, Bottles, Books, Pencils, Brooms, Vacuums, Paint Brushes (crap need to get another coat on before I go start the chauffeuring). My hands are full. People tell me or comment on that ll the time, but I want them to know that they are full of more things than just these ever delightful children. My hands have always been full. I live with a full pallet. It didn't empty and become full again when motherhood began. All I did was push things together. Scrunched it up and found space for it all.

I'm being paged because the 38lb 7 year old cannot get the 30lb 1 year old out of the crib. Yep... my hands are full of something alright!