My kids are smarter than me.

I used to have back up. Kind of a tag team thing. I did most of the parenting but when I got frustrated I would tag in Dad, and when he was actually at home and not in front of the TV, he would tag me in as necessary. But, now its just me.

My kids are getting smarter than me. Its scary. I keep trying to be firm and well the mom but they are starting to figure out that they out number me. I think they are forming a union. They have figured out that if they stick together and make enough noise, I usually get overstimulated and end up in the bottom of my closet in fetal position, rocking back and forth, sucking my thumb, humming rock-a-bye baby. Okay maybe not that bad but I usually get very frustrated and just unload the dishwasher myself.


Not good. But, really to save my sanity, I just do it. What am I teaching them? Gang up and you win? Seriously not good. And I know it. But, like I said, I'm not as smart as them!

With two nearly teens and very alert, sponge-like 4 year old, whoops 4 1/2 years old.... can't forget the 1/2, I must get a little smarter and I really need to get a good system down or I will be wearing an "I love me" jacket before ya know it and this blog will be written by voice-recognition software.