We have been on the go since our 6:30 donut breakfast this morning. I 've let Adam choose the activities and he's enjoying being king for a day. We've been to Chuck E. Cheese, Toys R Us, A Jump House Place, recess at Jacob's school, Wendys, and after a small break so Mama can catch her breath, we're heading back out for dinner. He's chosen burgers. I am trying to steer him away from B*rger K*ng but so far no luck. We even picked Jacob up from school early because he didn't want him to miss out on any of the fun. He's a sweet little guy like that.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.