I hear this so many times a day I lose count.
And I play. Mostly.
But sometimes I just can't. And I feel bad. I shouldn't, but I do.
Especially in the mornings. The 5 or 6 o'clock mornings, which by the way are every freakin' day. Mostly 6, but today was a
5 o'clock-er. Brutal. I don't play then. I sleep on the couch. He watches cars on YouTube.
Cars are his obsession and crashing cars is his latest past-time.
Tylenol is mine.
As I write this, he's in his bedroom; all I hear is CRASH, CRASH, CRASH! Whereas I am impressed with his sound effects that goes along with the crashing, it's getting on my nerves. Hubby's too. Pretty sure demolition derby driving is in his future.
"Mommy, will you play cars with me?"
(sigh) "I'm coming, buddy."