My clothes are cold

are you serious?!?! Are you serious, little boy? Did you just say to me "My clothes are cold."? What am I suppose to iron them moments before you put them on so they can be warm for you? Are we in some alternate reality where I have tons of free time and I'm your maid? You iron a few times in the morning and it goes straight to their heads.

And how is it that one can cry for like twenty straight minutes? I try not to cry because crying gives me a headache. Is it a gift that children have to do it for so long? And have you noticed when a six-year-old and two-year-old are both sitting on your lap crying, it's like a crying symphony. I wonder if I recorded it, put it on youtube and got tons of hits, if someone would push through auto tunes and turn it into a song. Then I could get enough money to completely remodel the whole house and have enough to add a pool.

And although your three-year-old has been wearing blue pants with either a blue or white top four days a week since September, she can't pick out her clothes from her Irish twin's, who wears whatever theme her mommy has going on that week. Are you serious?!

"Rowan, what color pants do you wear to school?"

"Grey."

"Grey?"

Picking up on the look on my face, she hesitated. "Blue."

"That's right. Blue. Do you have blue pants in your hand?"

"No."

"So should you put those back and find your blue pair?" You know the only blue pair of pants by you. By your foot to be more specific.

"Yes. Oh look, Mommy, here they are."

"Good, putt them on." UGH!!!! God is using them to grow me, to teach me, and the reward will be when my Jorge comes along and Jack, Jude, Tatum come, they are all going to be my morning babies to offset the non-morning set I'm dealing with now.