It Might Be the End of the World

Because it is 8:30 p.m. and all three of my kids are in bed. Granted, the smallest one isn't asleep yet, but we're working on it.

Paige is fighting allergies so she's on a benadryl high. I so appreciate that stuff right now. Poor thing. She needs her rest.

Vitt had to go to bed. He was so ornery that he was beside himself and I wasn't in the mood to deal with twins.

And there used to be so many small things lying around on the floor. Erasers. Lip gloss caps. Cars. I was constantly on the girls to pick them up because Vitt was capable of choking on them. I looked and the floor was clear??? Could it be that my girls were finally listening to me?

Nah.

Vitt's been stuffing them into the VCR.