Since I'm staying off facebook and need to share this with the world . . .
I didn't make any rules against blogging. Since I can't vent on facebook, I'm going to write a whole blog about my horrible day!
1. My first problem was that Lena took such a short nap this morning I didn't get to take a much needed shower.
2. My second problem was thinking that I just had a few groceries to get so I could bring both girls with me. Ugh. Lucy started crying before we even got out of the van. She said her flip-flops hurt her feet, but she didn't have any other options, so I had to physically force them on her feet and drag her into the store kicking and screaming. I put her in the cart and took her flip-flops off, but she continued to cry the entire time I shopped. She cried because she wanted to get down, she cried because I wouldn't hold her, she cried because she wanted Daddy, she cried because the sky is blue. I told her if she didn't stop crying, she couldn't have any snacks all day. She didn't stop. I told her if she didn't stop crying, she wouldn't be able to swim in the pool with the kids today (my sister was going to bring her kids over). She didn't stop. I told her if she didn't stop I'd spank her. She didn't stop. I spanked her in the aisle. She smacked me in the face. I spanked her again and told her she was going straight to bed when we got home.
I finally finished my shopping (amid many stares) and headed outside. It was pouring rain. Unbelievable.
3. Later on in the day, I decided to give Lena a bath. We were having a good old time, smiling and splashing and singing. I washed her body, and had just started her hair when a green cloud filled the tub. She pooped. Lucy never did that as a baby. It was so gross. I scooped her out, put her on a towel, cleaned out the tub, refilled it, and started washing her for the second time. I had just finished rinsing her hair when . . . she pooped again!! This time, I quick grabbed her before it got on her, scrubbed down her back, and evaded washing her a third time. The kid poops once a week at most. She seriously had to wait until I was giving her a bath?!
4. While I was getting Lena dressed, Lucy mentioned nonchalantly, "I made a mess on the couch." Sure enough, she had spilled her whole [sippy] cup of juice on the couch. I stripped the cushion, started a load of laundry, threw the girls in the car and drove to McDonald's for a large Dr Pepper.
Whew! Thankful tomorrow is a new day!
P.S. I'm linking this to facebook, but I'm still on my fast, so if you care to comment, do so on my actual blog or I won't see it until I get back on facebook at the end of this week.
1. My first problem was that Lena took such a short nap this morning I didn't get to take a much needed shower.
2. My second problem was thinking that I just had a few groceries to get so I could bring both girls with me. Ugh. Lucy started crying before we even got out of the van. She said her flip-flops hurt her feet, but she didn't have any other options, so I had to physically force them on her feet and drag her into the store kicking and screaming. I put her in the cart and took her flip-flops off, but she continued to cry the entire time I shopped. She cried because she wanted to get down, she cried because I wouldn't hold her, she cried because she wanted Daddy, she cried because the sky is blue. I told her if she didn't stop crying, she couldn't have any snacks all day. She didn't stop. I told her if she didn't stop crying, she wouldn't be able to swim in the pool with the kids today (my sister was going to bring her kids over). She didn't stop. I told her if she didn't stop I'd spank her. She didn't stop. I spanked her in the aisle. She smacked me in the face. I spanked her again and told her she was going straight to bed when we got home.
I finally finished my shopping (amid many stares) and headed outside. It was pouring rain. Unbelievable.
3. Later on in the day, I decided to give Lena a bath. We were having a good old time, smiling and splashing and singing. I washed her body, and had just started her hair when a green cloud filled the tub. She pooped. Lucy never did that as a baby. It was so gross. I scooped her out, put her on a towel, cleaned out the tub, refilled it, and started washing her for the second time. I had just finished rinsing her hair when . . . she pooped again!! This time, I quick grabbed her before it got on her, scrubbed down her back, and evaded washing her a third time. The kid poops once a week at most. She seriously had to wait until I was giving her a bath?!
4. While I was getting Lena dressed, Lucy mentioned nonchalantly, "I made a mess on the couch." Sure enough, she had spilled her whole [sippy] cup of juice on the couch. I stripped the cushion, started a load of laundry, threw the girls in the car and drove to McDonald's for a large Dr Pepper.
Whew! Thankful tomorrow is a new day!
P.S. I'm linking this to facebook, but I'm still on my fast, so if you care to comment, do so on my actual blog or I won't see it until I get back on facebook at the end of this week.
I'm sorry you've had a bad day. I wanted to tell you I changed my blog settings so that it's not public anymore. I'm getting weird anonymous comments BUT someone commented on my venting blog with... Seriously? UGH makes me mad. SO non-public it is. Now if someone wants to read it I know who they are. =) Of course sucks for the venting part if I wish the public would see it BUT... Glad tomorrow is a new day!
ReplyDeleteOh man!!! You deserved that Dr. Pepper! So sorry. Days like that are just so awful, because it feels like everything spirals out of control and you can't catch your breath. Hopefully tomorrow is a delight!:)
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Lucy and Annabel sound like kindred spirits! Annabel will hit me sometimes when she gets really angry and I have disciplined her everyway possible!!! GRRRR. It makes me feel like such a bad mom that my 4 yr old hits me. I hate it. So, needless to say, I am glad I am not alone.
ReplyDeleteOh honey! How many of us moms have had those days where we just need them to be OVER so that we can start over again tomorrow...often they occur much more frequently than we would like! Hang in there and sleep away the bad day. Tomorrow is a new one- the kids can't be cranky FOREVER...right?? (I say that because I'm still waiting for the summer day when all three of mine aren't cranky...someone always has to be whining, crying, screaming, fighting...) Girl just remember that you have the TOUGHEST job in the world! Raising humans is hard work!!!
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-Kasey
Ugh, terrible day. Being a mom can be so hard. I'm proud of you for actually following through and disciplining Lucy when she needed it. I hope you enjoyed that well-deserved Dr. Pepper! I always get a pop craving when I'm having a bad day!
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