31 days UNFILTERED - pacifier

Day 8 Bedtime is still an hour away and my cup-of-care dried up, oh, I don't know, somewhere around today's "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" number 2784.  I've got nothing left, as evidenced by these actual conversations in my house tonight:


Greta, age 2: "Mommy, my water is all gone."

Me: "I don't care."


Harper, age 5 (holding up her artwork): "Mommy, remember when I made this for you."

Me: "Yes."

Harper: "Yeah, I remember too."

Me: "Is there a point to this remembering and why are you talking to me?"


Henry, age 6: "Mommy, can we load up a game on the iPad?"

Me: "If we do, will you not talk to me for the rest of the night?"

Henry: "Yes."

Me: "Bring me the iPad."


Greta: "Mommy - "

Me: "If anyone says Mommy again, they are going to time-out."

Greta: "But Mommy - "

Me: "That's it, time-out."

Greta: "But Mommy - "

Me: "Nevermind, Mommy is going to time-out."

Greta: "But Mommy - "

Me (fetal position, fingers in ears, rocking back and forth): "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-I-can't-hear-you."

Greta (handing me a pacifier): "Here, Mommy."


Finally, somebody gets me.