My Punks

Since Brady was ill this week, he's been frantically trying to catch up on his weekly quota of being a rotten big brother. I think he'll make his quota.
Both the kids have just been grating on me today, and I finally threatened Brady that if he shut the door in Natalie's face one more time, he'd go to bed without stories (the door shutting stopped) and I threatened Natalie to stop her screaming or else she was going to bed without stories. As soon as I finish threatening Natalie, I hear a high pitched screech. It's Brady trying to get Natalie busted for screaming. Problem is, she is in the room with me and he's in another. Little shit.

So mommy is drinking Sangria for her dinner tonight.