My children are loud, messy, and completely rotten... I couldn't love them more.
Instead, I walk in the door, take a deep breath, and begin phase two of my day. While the kids shove paper after paper from school in front of my face, I comment on how wonderful each and every one of them are, while piling dishes in the dishwasher to make room to cook. I answer questions about homework while stirring the pot, and on a good day manage not to burn it's contents. Of course, in the morning I will get a call from someone at the school informing me that I did not send the proper paperwork back, because, lets face it.. I did not actually read through every one of those wonderful papers. Luckily, I have a fantastic husband that will hop in the car and bring them whatever they need.
After the kids have gone to sleep.. and I phrase it that way because the battle is not over once they have "gone to bed." But, ahhh.... once they have gone to sleep and the house is quite, still a wreck, but quite. I can actually reflect on my day. Then the guilt sets in.. every "Shhhhh!!!!" "Not right now!" "No" and "Mommy's tired" come back to me, and I can't help but wish I had let them be a little louder or have a little of the cake they wanted. After all, they have been perfect little students all day. I should probably try and let them be ornery little monsters for a little while. Tomorrow's goal: Let the kids be kids for a while. I'd say 5 minutes should be sufficient.