I want to be a good mother.
I think that is a deep desire of most mothers.
And so, yesterday I decided the television would indeed not babysit my children. I think of the times of Anne Shirly and the children knew how to entertain themselves. I think that was a good skill kids are losing out of in this day and age. So television was not to be watched. And then the mayhem began.
Faye found a charcol pencil on the floor and wondered how it would taste.
I warily entered Faye's room to see her standing in her bed with Keith reaching over the edge whapping at her with his bear. Not hitting her, but he certainly woke her up!
So then I had Faye screaming in my arms because she wasn't through napping, and Keith clinging to my arm sobbing to wear his winter coat. Because he likes it and is somehow cold in this 99 degree weather.
And I am so tempted to give in, let Keith veg in front of the television while Faye goes back to sleep and I clean the kitchen.
At least until after Jeffrey was home and it was time to start dinner.