Who's boys are these?

It started out simple enough. It's Saturday morning, which means soccer games and catching up on laundry, or at least restarting the dryer to take it out later. I wake up, see a chance to earn brownie points with the hubs and let him sleep in AND bring him breakfast in bed.Yeah, I'm cool like that! I let the dog out and get the younger boys up and make breakfast. Corbin (the oldest) had a sleepover at a friends, so I pick him up at 9:30, generously thank the amazing hostess for taking on my son and 4 others overnight--boy is she brave! I forgot to pack his game day uniform so he gets dressed in the car and we head over to the field. Corbin, Lincoln (the baby) and I arrive to find our field being used as a practice space for 3 other teams. I use my calm voice and get them to clear out. Meanwhile my husband is across town coaching Orion's game. I proceed to watch, blah blah blah....The day and its usual stresses happen. It averages out to 3 soccer games, 5 meltdowns by Orio

I don't know about y'all but I love Christmas! It just reminds me of my loud crazy and wonderful family. Everyone getting together laughing and yelling...generally having a good time. And the food! Oh the food! Usually, when winter break rolls around I'm excited to have the boys home—at first. I get to play with them and surprise them with little Elfish things. And I love hiding presents from them then counting down the days I get to see the magic in their eyes as they open all their gifts. But that's all over people. Way over! Tomorrow they go back to school and I for one cannot wait! We had our fun and now it's done! Get these suckers out of here! And maybe I can finally have five minutes to myself to go to the bathroom, or browse through Pinterest projects that I'm never going to complete. I may even get some organization and some cleaning done...Nope, who am I kidding? I'm gonna sit around watch bad TV while eating Ninja-Bread cookies and leftover candy