Life seems so freaking easy on the weekends. I always wonder why in the world I get stressed out during the week when on weekends I magically have the ability to keep up with EVERYTHING.
And then I realize. Allan’s home on the weekends and takes care of this boy while I take care of everything else.
This bouncy chair was sitting in my front room from when my sister was here (my nephew used it).
Today Payson was literally running around my house destroying everything he could get his hands on (which is his daily routine) and I was getting so frustrated trying to just FOLD LAUNDRY that I stuck him in there just so I could leave the room to carry the folded laundry away without him getting into something while I was gone.
And obviously he disagreed with my idea. After all, there was garbage to get into. There were books to rip. There are toys to color on. There are shoes to lick. There are desks needing to be emptied out onto the floor. There are sisters eating lunch with full bowls to be stolen……