I think I may have broken my children.
They are constantly whining, we're tired, may we please go inside and watch cartoons now? and all this outside time is getting to be too much. Wah, wah, wah, we are playing out side too much, wah, wah, wah. Woe is me, woe is me, fresh air and sunshine, wah, wah, wah.
This weekend we've spent lots of time outside. Which is actually unusual for us, considering our horrible allergies (and trust me, I'm paying for it right now with arm wrapped protectively around a box of puffs plus, with a gargantuan pile of snotty tissues in front of me; ahem). But this weekend I decided to throw caution to the wind.
Caution. To. The. Wind.
Walks around the block! Pulling weeds! Playing with sidewalk chalk on the driveway! Pulling weeds! A trip to Lawrence for me! Pulling weeds! Lots and lots of weeds! Eight bags of weeds! Walks to Griffin's future school! And did I mention pulling weeds?!
Of course this has caused a flurry of other problems (not just my new found obsession with boxes of tissues), as my legs have now also decided that seriously I need to lay the fuck off the weeding.
The muscles are all we hurt and stop this and why the fuck are you using us now?! and we want to sit on the couch. Wah, wah, wah, my muscles don't like being used, wah, wah, wah. Boofuckinghoo.
And right now? Right now Darwin and Griffin are looking out the window begging the clouds for rain.
So I've seen this meme around, stuff about Real Moms. No one tagged me, of course, but that's not going to stop me from participating.
Well, real moms don't mind when little boys pick flowers for them out of the garden.
Even when they are stolen from the school down the street.