Easter Hangover

If it weren't for Finley, I'm not sure I'd believe you if you told me Kaden and Myles used to be sweet and innocent at one point. You see, my children (the naughty ones) are suffering from a two-day Easter-induced hangover. A candy hangover. And it's not pretty. It wouldn't be so bad except I've had to leave the house. With them. I had to buy baby formula yesterday. After making threats to leave Kaden home alone (that one ALWAYS backfires on me)... And him accepting, I carried a very large toddler having a very large tantrum to the car. Once in the store he threw himself down on the ground and every time I told him to get up, he would stand up half way fall back down and scream, "stop pushing me down, mommy!" even though I never once touched him. We looked awesome. I got pizza because I wasn't about to cook. This is the new way to eat pizza. Apparently. Crust first, followed by the bread (starting in the middle and working out) and then you're left with cheese and sauce. Good clean fun. Naps are good too. Here's to hoping they take one today.