Pls to shoot me now. Kaithxbai.
Oh my freaking God. I have no idea what I was thinking. None.
So today, we went to my nephew Nolen’s first birthday party, and much adorableness was had. Several hours of babies (3) toddlers (2) and teenagers (also 2) and all the assorted parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents. It was fun, but I needed a nap afterward.
Then we got home just in time for Corwin’s birthday party.
For some unfathomable reason, when Corwin asked if he could have an overnight birthday party and invite The ADHD Triplets, I said, Sure, honey. Sounds like a fab idea.
Seriously, I need my damn head examined. Or perhaps electroshock therapy.
Okay, so they’re not triplets, and only two of them are related, but I’ve come to realize that children multiply exponentially. So if you have one kid, you’ve actually got one kid. If you have two kids, it feels more like four. There are currently five kids in my house…actually, let’s call it four because Killian is staying far, far away from the other four.
Now, I have math fail in a big way, but multiplied exponentially, it feels like there are thirty-two freaking twelve and thirteen year olds in my damn house right now, and they’re wild little buttheads. My husband just walked out here and looked at me and said, “I thought you loved me.” But if I have to suffer, so does he.
The noise is deafening as they race up and down the stairs (hardwood, no carpet or padding) and they just asked me if they could sled down the stairs in their sleeping bags. I’ve been pegged so many times in the head with nerf darts that I’ve lost count. There’s no volume control on any of them and while I like a ‘your mom’ joke as well as the next chick, if I hear that phrase one more time tonight, I’ll lose it. I’m seriously considering drugging the cupcakes.
Behold the awesome nerfness. It’s all rapid firey goodness. The kittens are in heaven chasing down the evil foam invaders while the boys are playing “close quarter combat” in my upstairs hallway. You know…I’m pretty sure my aunt is still all about the valium. I’m feeling a visit coming on – just not sure if I’m grinding it up as sprinkles on the frosting or keeping it for myself…