diary of a tired mom of two

I was looking through pictures today and noticed all I have in the folder for "Tripp 2011" is a little of 

This...

 And a little of this...

I'm sure he does cute sweet things, I must just have them in a different folder.

That's a whole dozen there.
Do you know how long it takes to clean up eggs?
I bet you do if you have 2 kids.
The only thing that kept me from melting down was thinking over and over different ways I could blog about this event.
So, you think this is funny?
I don't yet.
It just makes me tired.
I'm tired today too.
It's more of an emotional tired than a physical egg mess tired.

We're learning about manipulation in Bible Study.
Ellie is PMSing.
Can you do that at 4?
I guess she's just practicing.
She's been manipulating the poo out of me.
Everything is a huge ordeal and very whine worthy.
And her latest method is saying she's going to throw up if she has to do anything.
"Ellie, you need to clean your room."
"I can't! I'm going to throw up!"
She even threatens us...
"Ellie you need to have a quiet time in you room now."
"If you make me stay in here, I'll throw up twice."

Oh brother.

So today, after finding out she couldn't go to Mimi's house, she ran to her room screaming,
"I'm not your daughter anymore!"
And slammed the door.
Hmmm....PMS?
I know I have to deal with it.
It's just very new.
I don't get hurt by what she says, just mad.
Which is not good when I'm trying to calmly tell her she can't talk to me that way.
Thankfully Bible study is tomorrow.
Hopefully Ms. Betsy Corning has some awesome ideas for lovely attitude problems.

And here's some pictures from Tripp's 2010 folder.
Obviously not much has changed.
He still gets himself stuck in boxes...

And makes messes sneaking stuff from the kitchen.
At least he didn't eat any of the eggs.
Silver lining?

As I was thinking about how tiring it is having 2 kids,
I realized people with 3 kids are probably laughing at me and thinking..."Just you wait!"
Looking back at just having Ellie seems like a breeze.
In the moment, I thought it was just as difficult.
But then I had 2.
And believe me, it's not.
So, instead of kidding myself and think 2 is the hardest thing in the world,
I've decided to just change the title when I do have 3.
It will say, "diary of a tired mom of three."
It will be tiring.
I will cry.
And wonder why the heck they continuously think threatening to throw up might work, or throwing a dozen eggs all over the kitchen is awesome.
And I'll wonder why I ever complained about eggs on the floor and snotty 4 year old attitudes.
But today I don't have 3 kids.
I have 2.
And it's hard.
That's why God made them so adorably squishy and cute.
It makes it totally worth it.

I'll leave you with a glimpse of my son's unique little personality.
When he's not eating or getting into something, he's hangin' out in the trash can.

I don't have any pictures of Ellie because she's in her room until further notice.