Me: *huddling in the dim light in the front room, blanket around my body, trying to ignore the chaos in the other room*
Daughter: *jumps into view wearing the sheet off her bed* I’m Supah Baby!
Me: *wearily and with a croaky voice* Where are your clothes, doodle bear?
Daughter: I don’t need them! I’m Supah Baby! Keean, get me my power! (by power she means a scepter her brothers have fashioned for her from tinker toys)
Middle Son: Momma, she took my ship!
Oldest: Can I watch A Pup Named Scooby Doo?
Me: Yes. Get some clothes on. Give me that tinker toy weapon. Stop hitting your sister. Stop hitting your brother. No you can’t have a snack you should have eaten your breakfast. You’re on a time out! Don’t you talk back to me, mister!
Me: Sigh, hack, croack, finger wag, slump
(this was me yesterday, I am not much better today)