{double} trouble

I remember having a book when I was little {my very own book--something rare when you share everything with your siblings!} It was called Double Trouble. That, now, seems to be the story of my life.
My two boys are like "monkey see, monkey do!" What one of them does, the other has to copy. Granted, they are best friends, and I am glad that they have each other. But, on the other hand, I think I am going to start pulling my hair out with all the mischief/disagreeing that they do!!
There is always two extremes. Either they are getting along and playing and having fun-so much that it brings a smile to my face and I am so content with my life. Or, they are screaming and whining, and not sharing and following me around and driving me crazy. I wish there was a happy medium. Someday, right? I hope!
Ah, I do love them. And I am so glad I have them. There is nothing else that could bring me so much joy than having my children in my life. But, I will be the first to say. It is hard! I admit it! But, as hard as it is, I love being a mother. I love each of my children. I think I understand, at least to a small degree, how much our Heavenly Father loves us unconditionally. How blessed I am to be a Mother. How blessed am I to have these three beautiful children in my life!

So, speaking of double trouble. Sorry I got sidetracked! The boys got bunk beds. They love them. They love to stay awake talking. For hours. Okay, not talking. Laughing and playing. I guess there isn't anything around that though, right? That's what they will do. Always. As much as I don't want them staying awake at night when they are supposed to be sleeping, at least they are getting along.