After Hannah had thrown up on the freshly cleaned carpet and
after I cleaned up the puke off the carpet, off the kitchen floor, off the clothes and off the sink and
after Noah had been crying for an hour because he didn't want to eat his dinner and
after I was looking at and folding some of the mound of clothing on my bed and
after I sent Noah to his room crying and
after Hannah climb in Noah's chair ate ALL his dinner (round 2 for her) and then spilled water all over her clothes (after the bath)...
I said , "Asher, I just can't do it anymore."
me: be a mom
Asher: why? you just get tired?
me: yes, sometimes.
Asher: well, you take care of us.
me: do you think I'm a good mom?
Asher: Yes, sometimes everyone in our family makes mistakes.
me: yes, that's true. Guess I'll be your mom forever.
-Asher, almost 4