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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

I Can Relate

"This is the day the Lord hath made and I will rejoice in it"
(No matter how bad it is...)

Today has been anything but perfect. If you have ever had "one of those days" in a three hour time span, I can definitely relate. Do you see that lady in the picture? Yep, that's me! What you don't see behind the photographer are my two boys; in yesterday's pajamas (at 2pm), covered in oatmeal, sitting in a pile of once-folded laundry, eating gummy vitamins out of child-proof container. Oh, and did I mention the carpet? My once clean and fresh carpet? Ahhh...allow me to share for your enjoyment.

11pm last night: Oldest crawls into our bed just in time to throw up all over my comforter, pillow and bedroom carpet. Strike one.


7am: Youngest wets his bed and wakes up in tears. Bath time.


8am: Youngest goes up to my bedroom just in time to 'wet' my bedroom carpet. More tears. Bath time again.

Cleaning...scrubbing...more laundry

9am: Getting dressed for the day and little one trips and falls on his head. More tears.

10am: Little one has 'cookies' (as he calls them) on my bedroom floor and then runs through it screaming and panicking. More tears (This time they are mine). Bath time. Again. OPEN and fan's blazing. Very cold. More tears. (still mine)

12noon: Little one decides to try an experiment in the potty. How many towels can you stuff in it before it overflows? Oh, just one large one? Hmmm. Well, I have to go potty and I'd hate to do it on mommy's floor again, so I'll just go on the bathroom floor. Afterall, it's already wet from the overflowed potty.

Aargh. Bath time. AGAIN!

1pm: Loading the kids in the van for a quick trip to Home Depot. The potty is broken. Go figure.

1:30pm: Little one sits in the driver's seat while I buckle in brother. I sit in the driver's seat. My pants are wet. Little one left a surprise and didn't tell me. Tears. Again.

1:45: Back to Home Depot for more carpet/upholstery cleaner.

2pm: Bed. Mommy needs a nap. This day is going to get better, right?!


Leah in Iowa said...

Oh, Angel - if I were sitting in front of a bowl of Cheerios right now, I'd cry into them just for you!

And if I were you, I'd be calling my husband to come home from work, and would actually meet him at the curb, dressed in a pretty white straight jacket, asking to be taken for a looooong ride. =)

Cheer up - things are bound to get better. Promise.

Tracy said...

Stories of these are the ones that you will someday be comforting another young mom with...telling her they will soon be a distant memory. :)

Tracy said...

Stories of these are the ones that you will someday be comforting another young mom with...telling her they will soon be a distant memory. :)

Anonymous said...

Oh, how awful! This too shall pass. As a mother of four, I can honestly tell you that I know how you're feeling. I pray that God helps you a lot today.

Knit-Wit said...

They do eventually outgrow all of that... but then you have the dog who is getting old and decrepit doing it all for them....sigh....

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