Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
That is one of my very favorite children's books. Alexander and I are kindred spirits.
Today was one of those days.
I know, perfect, happy, ultra-orgnanized moms never have "those" days. Well, I'm not one of "those"moms. Things were relatively under control until everyone decided that nap time should be nonexistant...everyone except Mommy. I had so many phone calls to make, so many appointments to set, so many miles to run on the elliptical - so many things that required nap time. And apparently my children didn't get the memo. The 2 who can walk were in and out of their rooms so much that I thought maybe we'd installed revolving doors on their rooms and I'd just forgotten about it.
I put the baby in the jumpy at 4:30, put the older 2 in front of Jungle Book, and took a 3-minute shower. I daydreamed about being able to fall asleep in the wonderful shower...but no, the curtain was thrown open so that Bub could tell me about the elephant on Jungle Book and how he was sooooooo funny.
I didn't even have clothes on yet when I heard a knock at the front door. You can't really pretend that you're not home to answer the door when 2 of your children run screaming through the house, "THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR!!!!!" and plaster themselves to the front window to get a better peek. So, I put my pajamas on. Remember...it's one of "those" kinds of days. I answered the door to find one of my girlfriends, out for a walk with her perfectly content 8-week-old. Her only child. I don't even remember what that's like. I want to be her. I thought briefly about asking her to trade with me until tomorrow morning. Then...she came in...and saw my house. Yes, the house that is in a forever downward spiral; the house that may never recover. And the sad thing is, I just didn't care at that point.
DH came home and wondered why his dinner wasn't ready on time. This is just the best, isn't it? Afterall, his olympic basketball game was tonight and he needed to eat on time so that he could leave me with all of them....again. Ohhhhh wait, it's just the community basketball league. And I really could just care less about if he eats dinner or slops some water from the hose in the backyard because I haven't even been able to *think* about dinner yet. Before you think I'm a terrible wife, and that I should be ravishing when he comes home and have a hot meal on the table, let me just say for the record: THAT ONLY HAPPENS ON TV. And none of the TV families have my children!!!!
The baby ate plaster today. Better than the button I found in her mouth yesterday, but still. Bubby had green boogers all day long. I stubbed my toe so hard that I think it's broken from the way it's swollen and purple. And DH came home after I had all of them in bed tonight, plopped down in front of the TV to watch basketball, and then asked me, "Don't you even want to know how we did tonight?" My mama always said that if I didn't have anything nice to say....
All I wanted to do was sit down and watch Survivor tonight after the kids went to bed. : ( I wish I could take a personal day tomorrow.
Today was one of those days.
I know, perfect, happy, ultra-orgnanized moms never have "those" days. Well, I'm not one of "those"moms. Things were relatively under control until everyone decided that nap time should be nonexistant...everyone except Mommy. I had so many phone calls to make, so many appointments to set, so many miles to run on the elliptical - so many things that required nap time. And apparently my children didn't get the memo. The 2 who can walk were in and out of their rooms so much that I thought maybe we'd installed revolving doors on their rooms and I'd just forgotten about it.
I put the baby in the jumpy at 4:30, put the older 2 in front of Jungle Book, and took a 3-minute shower. I daydreamed about being able to fall asleep in the wonderful shower...but no, the curtain was thrown open so that Bub could tell me about the elephant on Jungle Book and how he was sooooooo funny.
I didn't even have clothes on yet when I heard a knock at the front door. You can't really pretend that you're not home to answer the door when 2 of your children run screaming through the house, "THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR!!!!!" and plaster themselves to the front window to get a better peek. So, I put my pajamas on. Remember...it's one of "those" kinds of days. I answered the door to find one of my girlfriends, out for a walk with her perfectly content 8-week-old. Her only child. I don't even remember what that's like. I want to be her. I thought briefly about asking her to trade with me until tomorrow morning. Then...she came in...and saw my house. Yes, the house that is in a forever downward spiral; the house that may never recover. And the sad thing is, I just didn't care at that point.
DH came home and wondered why his dinner wasn't ready on time. This is just the best, isn't it? Afterall, his olympic basketball game was tonight and he needed to eat on time so that he could leave me with all of them....again. Ohhhhh wait, it's just the community basketball league. And I really could just care less about if he eats dinner or slops some water from the hose in the backyard because I haven't even been able to *think* about dinner yet. Before you think I'm a terrible wife, and that I should be ravishing when he comes home and have a hot meal on the table, let me just say for the record: THAT ONLY HAPPENS ON TV. And none of the TV families have my children!!!!
The baby ate plaster today. Better than the button I found in her mouth yesterday, but still. Bubby had green boogers all day long. I stubbed my toe so hard that I think it's broken from the way it's swollen and purple. And DH came home after I had all of them in bed tonight, plopped down in front of the TV to watch basketball, and then asked me, "Don't you even want to know how we did tonight?" My mama always said that if I didn't have anything nice to say....
All I wanted to do was sit down and watch Survivor tonight after the kids went to bed. : ( I wish I could take a personal day tomorrow.
posted by Beth @ 9:35 PM
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