Cute little smart a**

Yesterday was my most challenging day as a mother of three so far.  I was tired and had been coughing all night, Corgan was having his own little screaming contest - trying to compete against himself.  Fynn was particularly needy, and Ewan was overly tired.  By the time Bryce got home at almost 7:00, I had lost my sanity, found it, only to lose it again (and again).  There were several times when Corgan was crying, Fynn was whining for something, and Ewan would ask me to do something.    A couple of those times, I turned to Ewan and said, "I'm not an octopus!  I don't have eight arms!  I can only do one thing at a time!"  After the second time, he got annoyed and asked, "Why do you keep saying that?"  I told him there was so much for me to do, and if I had eight arms I could do it all at the same time.  For an example, I said, "Everyone is crying!  Corgan's hungry and I have to feed him, plus Fynn needs a diaper change and you want me to fix your Transformer..."  He looked at me like I fell off of the short bus and said, "That's NOT eight things."