Moody

I was going to take a picture of myself for this post, but CTP beat me to it. I fully recognize that I have the tendency to be moody, but in my defense, let anyone spend all day, every day with seven boys between the ages of 10 months and 11 years, and moodiness becomes a way of life. I don't think that sentence makes complete sense, but I'm too tired to fix it. Speaking of moody, one of the weird little sh*ts, I mean brats, oops, kids, that I babysit was sitting in my family room watching TV today. Out of the blue, he says, "I smell dust." Really? REALLY! #@&*! So I calmly said, "Would you like to help me clean?" This is after yesterday when he said, "I have the best parents in the world. They never yell." Seriously? SERIOUSLY! Are you all surprise I wasn't arrested for hurling a child out the window? I am.

Okay, so I'm off task but sometimes one just needs to vent. For today, I chose a picture of my most moody child, Andy. He can be a sweetie when he wants to, but most days he's downright mean. But his moods switch off and on like a switch (not sure if it's an up switch or down switch Princess :) - kidding). He could be so mad at me that he runs away (walks around the yard then back inside) and in two minutes he's asking me to play a game. His behavior confuses and confounds me.

I'm going to have a glass of wine. NOW!