Well here it is. The month I have been dreading. Rent goes up by $150 but nothing else does.  Somehow I know I will get through this, I have to for my children.  My boys? Well they are bratty to say the least.  Vincent got up before the break of dawn and him and his brother snuck down the stairs whilst everyone else was sleeping and took every single Easter egg in the house and ate the majority of poor baby Nicholas’s Easter basket treats.  Yes, that would be Easter in my home. I was not pleased.  Going to the church Easter service was, however, lovely. My mom and Aunt & Uncle met with us there and it was a little bit of a struggle to get all of the boys through the door and pretty much shoved into the playroom. Let me tell you, my patience has been short lately with my little terrors. There is not much that they won’t break, mess, wreck, or puke on.  My whole house looks like a tornado came through it and two out of three boys have bright red marker all over their faces that is NOT coming off. Not only that, but my vacuum cleaner is practically broken because of all of the plaster it has had to clean up from Christian’s obsessive head-banging. Oh well. . .

I am not exactly looking forward to this week, since ALL of them will be home.  It doesn’t leave me much room for any sort of productivity around the house, but I suppose I have to force myself to drudge along and spend some quality time with the boys. It always makes me feel like a spectacular mother when I am done, but just pushing myself to actually do it. . .is another story all together.