"Booth! Can you take Jeremy outside. I'm trying to clean up!" Jeremy was our two year old son, and as all mom's know toddlers tend to be a mess.
"Bones, calm down. Enjoy having little Jeremy here."
"I can do that later. Look at this place. It's a disaster." Booth sighed and carried Jeremy outside. I could hear Jeremy start to cry, but I closed the back door and started wishing some dishes, start a load of laundry, clean the living room, put all Jeremy's toys back into his room, vaccum, but another load of laundry in, cleaned Booth and mines bedroom, cleaned both the bathrooms, put in another load of laundry, fold all the clothes and put them away, and made dinner all before the boys came back.
"Dang Bones. You did a good job."
"It's not great, but it's better."
"It looks wonderful."
"I'm going to take Jer-bear up for a bath then put him down for bed." I passed Booth the remote knowing he was probably going to turn on a Football game.
"Hurry back." We smilied at each other I carried Jeremy over to Booth.
"Tell daddy goodnight, and you love him."
"Goodnight daddy! Love you!"
"Goodnight little man. I love you too." I gave Jeremy a long, hot bath hoping he would acctully sleep threw the whole night. He yawned.
"You tired Jer?"
"No!" I smilied.
"When can I see Parker again?" He asked splashing water. Jeremy hasn't seen Parker since he was six months old. I can't beilive he acctully remembered him.
"I don't know hunny. I'll ask daddy." I pulled him out of the tub, dried him off, put on his pj's, and laid him down in his bed, covered him up, and kissed his forehead.
"I love you Jeremy. Sweet dreams."
"Good night mommy! I love you!" I turned off his light, closed his door. I was exaushted. No one was kidding when the said kids were a handful...