stick a fork in me

I'm done.

So far this morning we have:
been awake since 6am, made breakfast, went out to play in the snow (not much snow... just a dusting. but I wanted the kids out of the house! before 8AM!!), stood in the side yard for 20 minutes waving and watching the garbage man go all the way up and down the street as well as the school bus picking up the kids all along our road, had a snack with hot chocolate, ran to the grocery store for makings of lasagna for neighborhood progressive dinner tonight, went to a second grocery store (honestly, what kind of grocery store doesn't carry ricotta cheese?),and plugged Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer into the dvd player (Savannah's been begging for it for the past three weeks!) so I can have a break.

all before 9AM.

And what I left out of that list was the constant cutting Sawyer off at the pass. Or trying to anyway. He has honestly turned into a full-fledged tear-the-house-apart-boy over the last few weeks. I've been meaning to ask... is this what having a little boy is like?
He is a terror. He is constantly throwing things, ripping things, breaking things, opening things, taking things apart, pulling drawers out, dumping things, climbing things, shoving things, stepping on things (and these things are not always things; they are quite often his sister), need I go on? I'm going crazy. I seriously have to be on top of him all the time. He just walks around looking for trouble.
And when I'm trying to be proactive and keep him involved in toys or appropriate activities, he's still just all about the obnoxious stuff... he can't just play cars, he has to careen them off the table. He can't just build blocks or play kitchen, he has to knock everything down or clear everything off in one fell swoop. He can't just dance to the music, he has to run around flying onto the furniture or body slamming his sister. After he's finished his 30 seconds of drawing, he of course has to roll each crayon or colored pencil one at a time off the table. He's not allowed to play upstairs anymore because whatever he gets his hands on up there ends up over the second story railing onto the floor of our entryway. He dropped a whole apple from the top the other day. That made a nice messy splat on the hardwood floors.
Every evening this week I have been thoroughly exhausted by the time he goes to bed.
Please tell me this is just a phase?....

I feel like I have a ton to get done today, and it's overwhelming with this kid running around.
Here's to Sawyer taking a three hour nap today...

what? a girl can hope can't she??