The scene in my car this morning.
John in his car seat, screaming, at the top of his lungs.
Ada in her car seat, singing, at the top of her lungs....
"Old MacDonald Had a Farm. E-I-E-I-0.
And on that farm he had a John, E-I-E-I-0.
With a waaa here, and a waaaa there
Here a waaa, there a waaa,
everywhere a waaaa, waaaa."
The noise, the chaos, the craziness
The tee-tee on my carpet before 9 am.
So tired, because John decided to eat every two hours last night. The stinker.
The thing is, I love them so much I can hardly stand it.