Little ones are hard

Oh these young years are hard. I feel pulled in many directions. I feel the burden of teaching them everything to produce competent, kind kids: introducing them to new things, teaching them good behavior, how to deal with friends when they don't behave the way you want, please and thank you, eating healthy foods, limit TV, encourage reading and creativity. Lord, I am tired.

Then it is also the age of questions. I swear there are times of the day I hear *every 4 seconds* (no lie) "Mom, I need..." "Mom, look at me...", "Mom, why..." Seriously if I don't hear my name for 20 seconds it is amazing. And it's hard because some are curiousity questions, some are attention seeking, some are proud moments they want to share. It is all over the map and most of the time just a little boy looking to include me in his latest discovery or question. But in my defense, question after question after question, over and over and over. It is hard to have patience.

At dinner it is almost comical. I swear I make 10 trips to the table bringing food, drinks, napkins, more food, another drink, a new fork, another plate. It never ends. And *the moment* I sit down, one of the boys realizes he needs something else: a drink, a cheese stick etc. It is crazy and exhausting!