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I finally vacuumed today.  Not because I 'gave in', or 'didn't want to for almost two weeks', or 'was going for a Guiness World Record' and finally made it.  I finally vacuumed because despite a four year old and one year old who fought against me with all of their might, I just could not take the sight of the cheerios and goldfish all over the floor anymore.  And though I thought Preston was over his wanting to be held while I vacuumed, I gave in and vacuumed the entire house with '25 pound weights' on.

As I write, I have managed to separate all three children into different rooms so that I may maintain my sanity.  Preston is napping, Lydia is in my room watching Wubzy and Kayla is in the living room watching Phineas and Ferb.  My kids don't watch very much TV.  Not because I restrict them, but because like me, they are busy bodies, and would prefer to play.  I am thankful for this on days they play nice together.  However, on days like today, when the sounds of screaming, fighting, threatening and crying have reached catastrophic proportions, measures must be taken so that we can all make it through the rest of the day in one piece.

Don't get me wrong, these same children are sweet, kind, funny, giving and loving. But today's blog just isn't about that, because sometimes it is just more interesting and funny to write about our children driving us crazy.  And it is therapeutic, and often very encouraging for others, whose children are also driving them crazy. 

Speaking of these people, they have managed to need something every five minutes while I have been attempting to type only several small paragraphs, and now I must go.