Bad Mom part I

Desperate times call for desperate measures....or something like that. Patrick hasn't been home much this week. So last night while preparing dinner at 6:30, I was desperate for some peace, as the kids were wild and crazy. Peace can be momentarily acheived by making swords...out of sticks....and letting the kids swing away in the house. Now mind you, I was preparing the speech to give the ER doctor when we appeared with sticks in our eyes. But we made it through.