especially when you're outnumbered four to one.
When I come home from work I often lay down on the floor in the living room. I don't know why. Maybe collapse is a better description of it. Invariably one, some, or sometimes all of the kids will collapse too.
On top of me.
I'm defenseless against them when they gang up..which is exactly what they did last night. I happened to have my phone on me and caught this self portrait of the abuse:
Quinn was so impressed with herself that she was able to climb to the top of the Mommy Dog Pile. They'd all topple over and start froms scratch again and again and..ugh..again.
When I finally made it to my feet and they were still in attack mode I started threatening wedgies. Then I started giving wedgies which was my fatal error because now it is each of their personal mission to give Mom a wedgie. I tried to get all serious face with my, "You do NOT give your MOTHER a WEDGIE" theats, but I suppose I lost credit when I did it to them :)
So for the next little while until they're onto something else I'll be walking with my back to the wall!