brain transplant...

i am genuinely starting to believe that boys were born without brains. or at least that common sense is exclusive to girls. this morning, i go downstairs to wake the boys. i go to grab clothes for them, and realize i have to sort through a 3 foot high pile of random used-to-be-folded clothes on top of their dresser. annoying. i tell j to get his shoes on, and the drama begins. it's like a weed whacker. someone wound him up and he's flailing all willy-nilly all over my house. somehow the shoes he "put away" a mere 12 hours prior had mysteriously disappeared...although HE put them where they belonged. (mmhmm...) we spend the next 20 minutes in a meltdown. i call his father to find out where a basket that contained another pair of his shoes was (since it had been in the same room until a few days ago)...didn't even know what i was talking about. it's as if brains escape boys. you tell them something, and that "der" look stares back at you. i feel like i should paint "mrdd services" on the side of my minivan. it's absolutely out of control. they run into the street without looking for cars. stare at you like you're an alien with your skin inside out when you ask them to do something. leave lights on, towels sprawled out all over the bathroom, dishes on the table, bookbags in the middle of the room, toys everywhere...and act like all this is normal behavior. and have NO idea what you're talking about when you ask them to clean up after themselves. it's like all they can relate to is youtube and video games. i'm about to post a youtube video of me showing them how to clean. talking to them like the brainless lovin boys that they are. "this is a hamper -der der- it's where your clothes go when they are dirty -der der- dirty means you've worn them for more than an hour or two -der der-"...i'm going to title it "violent naruto" so they can find it easily.

someone lock me up in the loony bin...i need some peace and quiet!!!