This Christmas break I simply checked out of the whole mother thing. No bedtimes, no reading, no fruits and veggies, no limited screen time, no flossing.
It's no surprise that when my kids are left to their own devices one spends all her time creating tiny little masterpieces and the other just eats a bunch of crap.
They were both using their gifts to their fullest potential.
The lesson my kids learned this Christmas break is all good things must come to an end. Abruptly.
Last night I got my act together enough to set alarms and lay out school clothes. This morning I served fruit and yogurt (the kids acted like I was forcing arsenic down them), I dug out the back packs, and located exactly one lunch box.
I've had three cups of coffee and two Excedrin Migraines. So, basically what I'm trying to tell you is, I'm baaaaaacccckkkk.