I need to begin this post by saying this: I absolutely adore my girls. It is a true blessing from the Lord to be there mom and to be able to stay home with them. They are easy-going (for the most part). They love the sunshine as much as I do. They are typically down for just about anything. They love their people something fierce. They are mini-me to a "T".
But here we are.
This house is chaotic at times. Things are being thrown every which way by an adventurous, always-exploring one year old. The imagination of my 4 year old runs wild. She is me. She can talk to a wall. She can create a situation. She can imagine. While this makes me proud, I do not relish the same stories over and over and over and over and over again. Once or twice - they're pretty darn cute. But some days this little train derails.
