


sometimes i just get tired. it's quiet time and although townsend is pretty good at staying in his room and playing by himself, marin makes it a battle every.single.day. there is never, i repeat, never, a day that she just goes in her room and plays by herself. i try to be consistent and just keep putting her back in without emotion. but like i said, sometimes i just get tired. and when i do, i usually regret it. like this particular day. marin had come out and ran to her brother's room and slammed the door-like i wouldn't figure out that she was in there. and i just gave up and let her stay in there. they weren't being too loud or anything so i let it go. should have known. townsend and marin had started breaking apart one of townsend's creations from preschool. a big styrofoam square glued onto a board along with a bunch of other stuff. and as you can see, it looked like we were having a blizzard in the house. for some reason, i didn't get mad. just got the camera to document. :)
and where was ellory during all of this? sweetly sleeping in the back room. like she always does. every day. so grateful for at least one child who loves sleep.