My daughter is in her room doing her homework and my son *should be* in the living room playing with his toys. I’m in my room trying to escape, ahem read.

Daughter: Mooommmmyyyyyy, Kharl’s bothering me!!!

Me: Kharl, leave Sissy alone. She’s doing her homework.

Son: Okkaayyy!!!

2 minutes later…

Son: Sissy! I have a supwize for yooouuu!!!

Daughter: Kharl, leave me alone! You’re going to get me in trouble!

Son: Sissy lookit! Sissy lookit!

Daugther: Mommie! Kharl is still booothering meeee!!!

Me: Khhaaarrrrlllll!

Son: Mommyyyyyyy! Sissy called you stoooppidd!

Mind you, this all occurs at about 1 billion decibels (I don’t really know how to measure sound, but you get the picture). It’s amazing I’ve yet to go crazy…at least that’s what the voices in my head keep telling me.

I cant believe that 9 years ago, I birthed another human being in a hospital in Cambridge, MA…

And the crazies let me take her home…

Nine years later I still don’t know what the heck I’m doing, but I do know she’s one heck of a kid…

Happy birthday, Lyrah-cita!