One of Those Days...

I just had to get away. I've come down to the computer to unwind and do some blogging. Oh wait, my computer is messed up again, and it only took me about an hour to get my pictures loaded onto it.... Arrrrgh. Okay, now I'll do some blogging, however sour my demeanor. Sorry. But here goes: Today, I believe, in my insanity, I actually uttered the words (under my breath of course), "I don't think I want any more kids." I know that is not true, but at the time, it felt true. Today, Spencer chose to give me a taste of what, I assume, every other boy is like. And I must say, I'm not such a fan. He tore up everything in his line of vision. At the library, that included every book off the shelf! Even when I strapped him into the stroller, he kept wiggling out and finding a way to perpetuate my insanity. He's also had like, 5 poopy diapers, he's pulled everything off the shelves in their room multiple times, not to mention he's been whining and crying about everything through it all. To top it all off - when I was in the kitchen, Ben did this to Spencer:(Below) And to himself... (hiding from my anger? Nope, just sick of me taking pics.) He said he was making the duo into "Funny Clowns." This would be more funny if the marker were washable... Poor Spence screamed bloody murder for like, 10 minutes while I was scrubbing his face so hard. I've learned my lesson. Washable markers? Best invention ever!(Above) Awesome lighting, I know. I couldn't get either of them to stay still long enough to get many decent pictures. I was not in the mood to keep trying.(Above) I'm not sure if he's feigning a look of innocence, or looking sneaky and matter-of-fact. He is kind of darling even when I'm mad at him though.

(Above) Not the best picture, again - but this shows you THE BEST I could do in removing the marker. Now I've got a 1 year old who looks like he stole the eyeshadow of a two-dollar hooker. Who knows how long that will last? Hopefully not into adulthood.

I would honestly think this was really funny if it weren't at the end of this horrible day. I apologize for not being very good humored about it all. I know I'm in danger of dying young with my attitude :) - it does help to vent though. I know I sound ridiculous. All I've got to say about Spencer's behavior today is this: I think the year of The Angel is over. I'm in mourning, believe me. Ummm, I better be done here - I just looked over at Ben cutting a bunch of paper with scissors, and he just said, "Mom, it feels like I cut myself, but I didn't." I'm not buying that. I better go stop the bleeding! AHHHHH!