Apparently I talk just to hear my own voice

I know I need to appreciate these days when my children are little. But some days... My patience is paper thin with gaping holes in which my temper flares through.

Today Lydia & Jack asked for scissors to cut the long grass next to the fence in the backyard. I'm not completely stupid so I agreed they could ONLY if I was out there with them. I gave strict warnings about how the scissors would be taken away if they cut anything else besides the grass, blah, blah, blah. They both promised like good little children they would only use the scissors for grass. So I went out with them to drink my morning coffee (yes, at 11:30 a.m.) on the back steps while they made there way around the backyard cutting the grass.

Five minutes later, the phone rang and I ran inside to answer it. When I came out approximately seventy-five seconds later I found them cutting large holes in a tarp in the yard. I know it could be worse. I know this is just a minor detail. I know I need to relax a bit and I know it was my fault to give them the scissors in the first place. But still!

So, we put the scissors away and I told them it would be a long time before they could have them back again.

They just came in a few minutes ago asking if they could have them back now.

I told them to try again in fifteen years.