Noise

It's just after noon,  I'm bored,  listening to the sound of the kids running amok thru my house,  their feet as heavy as those of an elephant.  The noise changes to the sound of a three year old crying because he's tired and cranky.  I hear Gina inform them that they're going to eat their yogurt and take a nap.  

I spend most of my time trying to make them listen and behave,  a task that never seems to get any easier,  and more often then not I'm irritated at at least two out of the four,  but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

None of their dad's are in their lives,  our oldest has never even met his ol man,  and I'm the first guy that's been with their ma who actually takes an interest in them and tries to have a relationship with them.

They keep pushing the limit because they want to see if Ill give up on them like everyone else.  So they test my patience and raise hell,  running wild thru the house, yelling and carrying on.