Yeah, you read that right. One of our dogs currently has half a mohawk. It's not good. Poor thing looks like he has the manage. But in a moment of weakness, like Wednesday, I said okay, and like I said, things were getting desperate!
So I gathered up the 4 littlest ones... because rousing teenagers at 9:00am on spring break is only something that people who are truly strong of mind and body should attempt. And by Friday I had developed a twitch giving further evidence of my weakness. So they got to sleep in.
Keep your hands in your pockets.
Don't touch that.
No, you can't go there.
Hold my hand now, please.
No yelling, please.
Don't go there.
Hey, let's play the whisper game, okay?
Yes, you need to stay with me. All the time.
Please watch where you're walking.
I SAID TO USE YOUR INDOOR VOICE!
All at break neck speed was the order of the day.
Then we hopped back on the light rail to our car with 3 very tired little ones.