“But mom, I can find one of my short sweaters.”

“They are probably in the laundry”

“THEY HAVE BEEN THERE LIKE 100 YEARS!” says the 5-year-old in her whiniest voice with the tears welling up in her puppy dog eyes.

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“Mom, where is my _______(crumpled up piece of paper with 6 other crumpled pieces of colored paper glued to it, the leaf I found outside to give to you, or any other completely random thing).”

“I don’t know.  I might have thrown it away.”

“BUT MOM THAT WAS MY MOST SPECIALEST THING EVER.” cries the 5-year-old about EVERYTHING.

Mark my words–she just might make it onto Hoarders.

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There is a lot of drama at our house and not just from our 5-year-old.  Noah generates his fair share of drama, but I am working to respect his privacy a bit (not completely) but enough.  He doesn’t really know much about this site, but does know that sometimes I write stuff other people see.

There are a lot of tears (many fake) and a lot of dramatization of EVERYTHING.

So much is made into an over the top big deal.  It is hard not to laugh when your 5-year-old is having a fit because her hair isn’t right.  Seriously?  Does she have any idea that it’s only going to get worse as she grows older.  Or when she also throws a fit because the one thing she wants to wear (regardless of the closet full of other stuff) is dirty and has been for “LIKE 100 YEARS.  DON’T YOU EVER DO LAUNDRY.”  Oh you just wait little princess–you are getting to the age when you can do your own laundry to some degree.

It’s hard to not just laugh when you 6 1/2-year-old sits on the couch and whines “I am cold” over and over.  I know he wants a blanket–but seriously, ask for one and don’t get mad when I giggle a little (so that I don’t stab anyone).

When they are being dramatic in that annoying, I want to punch someone way, they are being dramatic in the “Listen to our band” way.  Which is incredibly cute.  They love to perform and put on shows.  I remember doing that as a kids and I love watching them.  But then Zoë will launch into her solo.  IT GOES ON FOREVER.  FOREVER.  She will sing the same lyrics over and over and over and over and over and over and over while she twirls and twirls and twirls and twirls.  You get the idea right.  She has yet to learn that  you leave your audience clamoring for more–not make them want to scream ENOUGH ALREADY.  But I love that they like to perform and that they are outgoing enough to want EVERYONE to WATCH ME!!!!

The school they are at really fosters this creative side and I am happy for that.  Mostly :).

There is rarely a dull moment at our house and if there is I have to wonder what the heck is happening.