breaking the rules

In general I feel like our household rules should always be upheld. They are, after all, agreed upon by both parents and in place for the safety and well-being of our children.

But sometimes…

sometimes I break the rules.

Because sometimes I’m having too much fun to insist the boys don’t jump on the bed. And sometimes I’m too tired to tell them not to play with the football in the house. Sometimes we eat in front of the TV because I can’t tear myself away from the Auburn game long enough to sit in the kitchen. I’ve even given them string cheese and apples for dinner… once or twice.

And sometimes I turn my bathroom into a swimming pool…

…because sometimes I think rules are okay to be broken.