There are so many things I do that irritate my family. I sing and dance in the mornings…I can’t really sing or dance, but it doesn’t keep me from trying. My son has informed me on more than one occasion that he doesn’t like to ‘chit-chat’ in the mornings, so I am pretty certain that my song and dance routines put him over the edge. The other things I do which drive my family crazy include, but are not limited to:

• I consistently send text message without getting right to the point.  Evidently, I should refrain from textual speak like I am initiating a conversation.  I have been instructed on several occasions to just “JUST SAY WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!”

• I concoct grand adventures the dogs supposedly go on when we are gone or sleeping.  Cooper, our Yorkie, has worked Intel for the FBI and also has been on Dancing with the Stars.  They must now know what it’s like to have an imagination stuck in overdrive.
• I watch Finding Bigfoot

• I tend to give them unconventional advice and useless information. (Please ignore my incorrect language usage)

• I accidently break the rules (important ones).  Like bringing ammunition to school in a gym bag.

It wouldn’t exactly be fair for me to take credit for all that is annoying.  These little darlings have a few little quirks that get under my skin as well.

•  Nine out of ten text messages Evan sends me are on the subject of food or that he is officially starving.
• Sophi doesn’t put a lid on makeup, toothpaste or deodorant.  (OMG this drives me nuts).
• Riley always looks like a million bucks but leaves a DISASTER behind while getting ready (category 4 hurricane, this one is).
• None of my children believe in the possibility of Bigfoot.
• They all say, “We can tell when Dad goes to the store because he buys good food” (donuts, chips, candy, cookie dough….)
• The NUMBER ONE thing that is maddening beyond words:

I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  It isn’t perfect, it’s just how we roll.