and I'm already in bed. Yep, dinner is put away, kids are in bed, my contacts are out, and my benadryl and melatonin have been ingested. I'm guessing that I am going to be in dreamland sometime after Happy Endings and before Law & Order: SVU.
There's laundry in the washing machine, but I'm ignoring it.
My family room looks like a tornado (aka the Beast) went through it, and I'm ignoring it.
My counters are dirty, and I'm ignoring it.
The sink is full, and I'm ignoring it.
Why?
Because it's been this kind of day:
Yep, it's official, I'm losing it.
It's been a long couple days. My frustration level on a scale of 1-10 has been consistently at a 9 over the past couple days. Cy chose to pee in the wood chips on the playground yesterday, Princess won't stop talking and asking me "Why?", and the Beast is in a throwing stage. I've gotten pretty good at dodging flying objects like the TV remote, wooden blocks, and remote control cars. I dragged all three kids to two stores yesterday where they repeatedly asked me for candy and other crap. Any effort I make to clean up is immediately destroyed by the Beast. I've been battling a migraine for two days now. There's a painful bump on the top of my head that actually woke me up in the middle of the night, and I can't even remember hitting my head. I worked late last night and then got up early this morning to work some more. I'm tired and just plain done.
So earlier this evening while I was in the kitchen attempting to get dinner started and some muffins made, the Beast came and started pushing on my legs, pulling at my pants, and screaming "Milck". I got him his milk and then I started to unload the dishwasher. I noticed my mistake with the milk WHEN I went to put a stack of plates in the REFRIGERATOR. A STACK OF PLATES IN THE REFRIGERATOR.
Click-Clack. That was the sound of me punching my time card. I'm officially off the clock. I'm going to bed with a positive attitude that tomorrow WILL be better.
Tomorrow I will tackle my messy house.
Tomorrow I will exercise.
Tomorrow my head will FINALLY stop hurting.
Tomorrow Princess will ask "Why?" one less time then she did today.
Tomorrow my son will NOT pee in an inappropriate place.
Tomorrow, the Beast will be nice and obedient and he won't throw anything at my head.
Well, a girl can dream right?
Hang in there! I'd like to tell you it gets better as they get older, but....... Hey just remember, your not alone in the crazy!
ReplyDeleteHang in there! I'd like to tell you it gets better as they get older, but....... Hey just remember, your not alone in the crazy!
ReplyDeleteHang in there! I'd like to tell you it gets better as they get older, but....... Hey just remember, your not alone in the crazy!
ReplyDeleteYou poor thing. Yes, tomorrow will be better. It will be!
ReplyDeleteHang in there! I'd like to tell you it gets better as they get older, but....... Hey just remember, your not alone in the crazy!
ReplyDeletepoor thing, everyone has those days. tomorrow is going to be better
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