I will survive... day ThReE

Thunder, dying phone, and a smoke alarm that needs a new battery, makes for a lousy night but at least the boys stayed in their own beds. Owen is pooping again, right now! It’s like he saved it all up because he knew Brady was gone. Low on diapers and I don’t want to stuff the kids in the car again, if he would just stop pooping 5 times a day (literally) I’d be fine. Cross your fingers. We had a few minor melt downs at our house, Wyatt. No one walked the right way for him today. "Mom, my mosquito bites look like nipples," not sure I like that I taught Carson that word, made me squirm, but I guess there is nothing else to call them. Today is lasting forever... Bathroom cleaned, more laundry done but nobody cared that it got done but me, can’t wait for Brady to come home so he can appreciate me. Flew kites with the boys today (thanks Grandma Hulse) had to come in because of lightning. Is it bed time yet? Apparently today is Carson’s stupidest day… we don’t say stupid at our house. Sigh.