longest sunday ever

I wish we could stay on standard time.  As much as I like getting that extra hour in my weekend...this is by far my most favorite day of the year (with the exception of birthdays and holidays)...I DETEST the Sunday we lose an hour, and I NEVER adjust to daylight savings.  Never.  Just sayin...

The plan for today was to bake pumpkin bread and then spend the rest of our day painting and doing art projects together, just the two of us.  Well, I didn't have any eggs and was too lazy to go to the store and get some, and then the little neighbor kid showed up and now her and The Pea are upstairs playing.  Best laid plans...

I am warming to the kid, but I really wanted today to be just me and The Pea.  These days never end up looking like the spread out of parenting magazine like I want them to, instead there is always at least one screaming match, a few tears, something spilled, and a time out, but I'm not ready to give them up or share them...and I am sick of breaking up fights and saying no. 

One six year old is capable of coming up with a few hair brained ideas, but two are capable of coming up with a never ending supply...the ideas don't double, they multiply exponentially.  Not to mention the wear and tear on the house and all of the Pea's clothes.  Why do they feel the need to change every 3 and a half minutes?  And how is it possible to tear, ruin, or make filthy an item of clothing in the 3 minutes that it is on?

Furthermore, why do little girls scream at glass breaking pitch?  And how ironic is it that in order to stop them, I have to SCREAM, at an even higher pitch and decibel level, "STOP SCREAMING!" (which I just did, btw...)

If it wasn't for the extra hour of sleep I got this morning, I'm pretty sure I would have started drinking by now.