This week has made me tired.
Have you ever heard of the "Terrible Two's"? Well, the boys are four now, so that's no excuse. But they are both little crankpots lately. Owen told me twice tonight that I wasn't his friend anymore. And I didn't even do anything, I swear! And Aidan was nice to me, but only because he could tell that it was making Owen mad.
I don't know what the heck's gotten into them lately. Maybe aliens have kidnapped them and replaced them with robo-twins? Or demons have possessed them? Or maybe they have been infected with a virus that causes zombie-like rage symptoms?
I don't know. They never really had the Terrible Two's, so maybe they are just late bloomers. Scott and I are calling it the "WTF Fours?" because seriously...WTF?!?!
I miss my sweet boys. Hopefully they are just having a mid toddler-hood crisis and will come back to me soon. And if not...well, God help us all. Nobody can survive the toddler zombie demon robot apocalypse. Nobody.