YES I DO! I really do love my kids

Ever just have one of those day when you have to keep reminding your self that you love your children? Oh I know you do. We all have our moments. Some more then others. Well, I'm starting to think there might be something wrong with me! I had to "remind" myself about 1000 times today. The trouble is I have no one to blame but myself. I grew up in the country so I had all kinds of nice open space and I have always felt bad that my boys have to live in an apartment. Also I was a major tomboy and my DH is the very active type so we have always encouraged our boys to be boys. They like to wrestle and rough house, play baseball in the living room and see who can jump furthest of the top bunk. I have gained more then my share of gray hair due to my little angels and I am sure I'm destined to be the next poster mom for Prozac! DH takes it all in stride. Never lets the antics of his offspring bother him in the least. "Oh, Their boys leave them alone!" is his constant refrain. Well today I had enough! I officially snapped. All of them the 3,the5, and the10 yr old along with the biggest baby of all my DH decides to have a no holds barred smack down in my room, in my bed, ON TOP OF ME! Oh I'm sure you all have stories better then that and to tell the truth so do I. However today just was not the day to mess with mom! I started jumping and screaming and throwing things around. I was really acting as if I had totally lost my mind! When I finished my spazz attack and regained use of my senses there sat the four "monsters" staring at me in disbelief. Mouths gaping open and eye bulging out of their sockets. Silence filled the air of a good 20 seconds then Jesse my 3yr old who has had a lot of trouble starting to talk looked at DH and said"Dad, momma crazy!"and with that they all started laughing hysterically. What was I to do? "I really do love my kids" I kept repeating to myself as I walked in to the kitchen and made myself a huge bowl of ice cream. Then I called to my brood to come and share with me the treat I had made.... As they all filed one by one into the kitchen to see what surprise I had made this time, I drowned each one with glass full with ice water. Then I picked up my huge bowl of ice cream and said that anyone who was not wet could have ice cream and anyone who was wet had to clean up the mess. It might have been to mean or not mean enough. All I know is I thought it was funny! I felt alot better too.