All good things must come to an end

We have had such fun the last few days.  Today not so much.  The boys have been in a constant state of tears.  Luke has fallen more than I can count.  Joey has cried about his back hurting, he has a sunburn.  I did try to prevent the sunburn, but yesterday I could only find SPF 35 and we all have seen how fair skinned he is, he needs at least the 50.  So all day long, but during the 2 hour nap time some has been crying.  At this point, I think I might join them.

I am tired.  The dogs were awake barking at God knows what at midnight last night and then my husband kept me up snoring.  Finally at 3:30 AM I decided that I would go sleep in the living room and this was fine until 5:30 when Joey woke up crying over his sunburnt back.  So when I don't get proper rested I get to the point where I want to cry also.

Right now it is quiet for a few minutes the clean and dry blankets were returned to their appropriate owners.  Thus right now two boys are in heaven and could want nothing more from good old mom.  I think I will daydream of a time when there was no boys and no noise and the only thing I had to worry about was myself and when I think about that time, I just get depressed.  I think how boring that time was, how I couldn't laugh a million times a day about Spiderman or The Wiggles, I didn't get as many hugs, nor did I fix all the problems of the world just by a simple kiss.  I guess I need those two little boys as much as they need me.  I realize that as much I enjoy being a nurse, I enjoy being a mommy more.  I also realize that we must take the good with the bad, so I wouldn't give up days of tears or days of cheers.