Reminding Myself!

I'm taking a break... I am currently trying to get four kids ready for pictures. The oldest is on her own and doing great.

The second one:

Me: You need to brush your teeth
Him: What? Why? I brushed my teeth last night
Me: Brush them again.
Him: But I did it last night
Me: (Grinding my teeth) DO... IT.... AGAIN....
Him: Geessse

The third one:

Me: (Helping to do her hair, which by the way no single person has more hair than this girl.) Do you want your hair like this or like this
Her: Shrug
Me: That isn't an answer like this or like this
Her: Sure
Me: Which way, this way or this way?
Her: Shrug
Me: (Deep Breaths! I will not yell! I will not yell! I will not yell!) It is not my hair I want to do it the way you want me to do it. Which way!
Her: (Eyes Rolling) Like this is fine!
Me: (GRRRRRR!!!) Okay

The Mom, has spent a great deal of time and money to prepare for these pictures.

Numerous trips putting together the right outfits.

Arranging the time.

Arranging the place.

Being sure that all is perfect. This picture is a big deal. The kids are turning 14, 12, 11 and 8.

In my world this is some pretty big birthdays. Especially, the 12 year old and 8 year old.

I'm trying to preserve a flipping memory people. WORK WITH ME!

Okay, I get that this means more to me than them. If I was smart I would have taken a valium this morning and called it good. Maybe it's not to late! Anyone have any valium they could give me.

Is it against the law to solicit prescription drugs online? Okay I take that back ( wink wink).

I'm taking a deep breath and reminding myself that the last thing I want is this picture to be four crying children. Deep breath.... Deep breath... Crap now I'm hyperventilating....

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