Life with kids entry number six:
I'm exhausted. The kind of exhausted where I'm thankful my husband is driving and all I want to do is zone in quiet because it hurts to be conscience and I still have to go home and help put five kids to bed then nurse the baby to sleep and pray she sleeps because she's sleeping in the car. Yes, that kind of tired. Then this happens.
Naomi: Mommy?
Me: *trying not to allow my voice to show the annoyance I'm ashamed I feel* What Naomi?
Naomi: *garbled and indecipherable*
Me: What Naomi? I can't hear you.
Naomi: *yelling* What's the blue minivan called?
Me: *thinking seriously kid, you are pulling that out of nowhere almost three months after we sold it?!* I don't remember Nae-Nae.
Naomi: But what it's called?!
Me: Petunia.
That, by the way, is a lie. That was the tan van's name. Sometimes, it's worth it for quiet.
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