My life as a stereotype

I know that I've been back on here and posted. Maybe I didn't publish too? I don't really know what I am doing, so this is all kind of hit or miss.

I only have a few more weeks of non-infant time left. Leo is coming sooner rather than later, six weeks or so, and I am wondering what I did. I have no patience for anything at this point, not my children, my husband, my animals, or my body for that matter. I am seriously wondering if I have lost my fucking mind....

Today is another exciting day of Burger King and playing. Hopefully my oldest will keep his hands to himself and we'll be able to stay. He's been such a handful. I don't know if it's really him, or if it's me. Lord knows I have no tolerance for anything that doesn't go exactly as I want it to.

The 2 year old is a fine example of "monkey see/monkey do" in perfect combination with the terrible 2's. It is really ugly around here most days. Right now they're wrestling on the floor--and I am hoping that there's no blood when all is said and done. I am done being in the middle of it...they can fight it out.

We're going to have the eldest evaluated for Sensory Integration Dysfunction, because he's having some serious difficulties at school. Enough such that the school called in a social worker for an independent evaluation. He's the one who suggested the whole SI evaluation. I've finally made some phone calls about it, but I'm not really planning on doing anything until school ends in the middle of May. I figure it will be early to mid June before the evaluation is completed.

The scary thing is that I see the little one acting just like the big one. Hands over the ears with each little noise, the belligerent attitude, the high energy, the extremely physical play. I don't know if it's just the way we're raising them, or if I make defective little boys. Great, something else to obsessively beat myself up over.