I’m not sure what frustrates me the most: the daily separations at bedtime b/c the boys (mainly the younger three) won’t settle down, the potty issues that we continue to have with Ri., the toothpaste-for-hair gel incident, the pooping in the backyard incident (mind you, we have no pets), the unbelievably gigantic zit on my chin that came out of no where and has become the focal point of my face, my exponentially multiplying gray hairs, my CDs that someone got into without permission and smudged or the insurance red tape that we’ve been wading through for the nephews. I guess it’s just a combination of all the above.

Lane works one weekend a month and has drill another weekend each month. While I realize that these are both “work” related activities, it’s still a break from being at home with the kids, and I have to admit that I’m jealous. Some nights, I come in here to the bedroom when the boys go to bed (and I use the term loosely, since it’s at least a good hour and a half until they are settled and no one is getting in trouble) just to be by myself. It appears to be solitude, but it’s not like the walls are sound-proof. I still hear the fussing and trouble-making. Lane is “in charge” during those times, but somehow the boys still come and knock on the bedroom door. I don’t want to be mean, but I feel like hollering: “Go away!” Usually, I tell them that there are two parents in this house, and whatever they need to say, they can tell Dad; thank you, I love you, good night.

I know Lane is probably just as frazzled as I am, but hey, he gets two weekends “off” every month! This is why I look forward to girls’ weekend get-aways with Brandi. We only manage to have them three or four times a year, but they are nice when we can. Sometimes I’d like to just have a weekend get-away all to myself. It really wouldn’t be terribly expensive even to fly somewhere, just to have some quiet time to myself.