I don't think I'm making any sense, so I'll just lay it all out there.
THIS WEEKEND MY KIDS WENT FREAKING NUTS AND I BLAME IT ON THE FULL MOON.
I know what you're thinking. Awww...she looks adorable. Trust me. This was 8am Saturday morning, and at this time she was adorable. And it lasted until about 8:05am and then the full moon tides hit (or whatever happens) and she turned into a tutu-wearing-baseball bat-wielding crazy child.
Maya also put on a good façade for awhile, like when our friends Emily, Vera and Baby Hattie came over Saturday morning.
But then during dance class, while Callie was pretending that she actually listens to adults, Maya proved that she ignores adults by continually running away from me (out the door, up the stairs and outside into the parking lot), except for the one second pictured that I was able to keep her sort of on my lap.
Shortly thereafter she fought nap time by standing up, shouting, giggling, and doing pretty much anything she could think of to avoid actually falling asleep.
Later we spent time downtown where both girls had ups and downs, ultimately leading us to pack it in early and head home due to twin tantrums.
I should probably mention at this point that Chris had a super busy work weekend, so he wasn't around at all on Friday and most of Saturday.
I may or may not have texted him that he owed me a giant margarita for all that the crazy children had put me through.
In between working and reserve duty, he picked up margarita ingredients and made this for me before leaving again.
Needless to say I was in my pjs and in bed binge-watching Project Runway on the iPad by 7:45pm.
Today we had Sunday School where they both made Superhero Capes with stickers that (ironically) said "I Am a Delight."
Here you see them both completely ignoring my directions, and in fact running away from me as fast as they can. How "delight"ful.
On the way to church I had googled "Full Moon September 2015" and found out it is a full moon, a super crazy different kind of blood moon eclipse full moon.
And then today at MOA while in line I mentioned to someone I ran into that it was a "Full Moon Weekend." At least two other moms in line (who I did not know) said something like "OMG YES! It was for us too!" So that made me feel a little bit better that it wasn't just my children.
And it gave me hope that after this stupid full moon I may get my regular children back.
You all know how much I love my little LoveBugs, and most of this blog post is all in jest. But this weekend they really were TOTAL StinkBombs.
Tonight Callie hand-delivered my margarita, and it grew in size from last night's drink.
And it came with a side of major attitude just for me. :)