My Kids are Driving Me Crazy

*Warning: This post is not about how much I love my children. While I do love them fiercely, in no way does this post reflect that love. This is not for the faint of heart or for the easily offended. If you are having a great day with your little angels, go on to someone else's blog. This post cannot be used against me someday as evidence that my children need major therapy. 

My kids are driving me crazy. 

Because of the cold, it is impossible to go anywhere without hundreds of layers of clothing and hours of preparation. Thus we are locked inside indefinitely and we are slowly losing our minds. (Although insanity loomed closer for me in particular this morning as the pace towards a mental breakdown has intensified drastically). 

Ada cannot crawl forwards, and this results in much fussing and unhappy noises. All of her frustration however, is not propelling her forward. 

Cambel's solution is to play with her--which for him means grabbing her and making loud "play" noises. This does not help. In fact, it makes it worse.  More fussing. 

Cambel is bored. He has jumped onto, over, and off of everything he can. In the process he has squished my decorative pillows, broken apart a basket, and generally made me even crazier. He is so bored that he has resorted to trying to help me clean the house (poor kid, someday a therapist is going to feel really bad for him). 

Thank goodness for PBS and early naps. They may be the only thing separating me from permanent mental instability.