It’s hot.  Okay, not as hot as this mom is dealing with, but hot enough that I don’t want to go out and do the walking I should be doing.  Where does that leave me?  With three kids, indoors. Do you know what it is like to be trapped inside with three out of control kids, who despite your efforts to keep them from doing thing like jumping on the bed and hitting each other, they do it the second you leave the room?  It’s something like this:

I’m not complaining…okay, I’m complaining.  It’s just, I pictured summer a little differently…with less crying and screaming…from me.

If only I had a fenced in yard.  If only I had a nanny.  If only I had three well-behaved kids…

Well, they’re not that bad.  They’re just kids!  They get into stuff, break stuff, hide stuff, and covet stuff.

I just have to keep reminding myself…

“They’re only kids, they’re only kids, they’re only kids…”