We have had several snow days in the past couple of weeks (Read: at least six, not counting holidays and teacher work days).
We have taken the opportunity to spent a lot of mother-children time. The other day, I helped the children clean their room. And by cleaning, I mean I put everything that was on the floor in a box and carted it out of there while they fussed and hollered. (Don't worry, I did give them plenty of notice that they were to pick up the things they wanted to keep. The things they didn't want to pick up, I would happily take care of for them. Those are on their way to the attic this afternoon.)
Believe it or not, my kids were not very thrilled about this and took the opportunity to tell me just what they thought.
Child 1: You're so mean! You're the meanest mom ever!
Child 2: I know why you wanted to have children. You wanted to have children so you could torture us!
Child 3: I know you're not even our real mother. I remember being two years old in the orphanage before we came here. I wish we were still there.
Maybe we should screen Annie one more time if one of mine truly thinks it's better to live in an orphanage than to pick up a few things off their floor.
