This morning 8:30 -10:00 AM
Sarah and John watch a half hour of TV. We cut out Valentine's and I set them out for the two of them to color and stamp. They happily stamp and chatter and ignore my attempts at engaging them for 15 minutes.
Suddenly I am the most popular person in the entire world. In the world.
"Mommy can I have snack?"
"Color this purple, Mommy!"
"Pull up my pants, Mommy." Said by Sarah, who never, ever pulls up her pants. Her cousins call her Full Moon because her bum hangs out all.the.time. But suddenly it's the end of the world if I don't pull up her pants.
And on and on.
So, after tears, screaming, yelling, time outs, and being banished to bedrooms, I'm left with this question:
What do Amish Mom's Do?
Because they don't have phone's.