Today was particularly difficult. It started with a rushed, chaotic morning. Whom ever decided that having elementary age students have to be at the bus stop by 6:50AM should be beaten with a wet noodle. They are never fully awake to be able to just get dressed and eat breakfast without being drowsy, forgetful, and/or ornery... even if they DID get to bed on time. I had forgotten to make Jace and Brooke's lunches the night before so I was trying to manage getting them both up and dressed while making breakfast, their lunches and school snack simultaneously as well as signing Brooke's folder and getting it in her backpack, combing her hair and helping Jace find his shoes. Little elf thieves must sneak into our house at night and steal shoes because they are never to be found. Jace was being grouchy and complaining about what was going into his lunch (slim pickings... I desperately need to go to the grocery store) just as Ty woke up screaming that he wanted a "dwink". Craig fumbled out of bed to get Ty a drink and asked if I could iron a shirt for him. I rushed the kids out the door so they wouldn't miss the bus, plugged in the iron, and sank into the couch in my messy living room. Today was going to be great, right?!? I quickly ironed Craig's shirt and put on Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood for my little Tyger to watch as Jace and Brooke tromped back inside fighting. They had missed the bus. Craig said that he would drop them off on his way to work. The baby woke up crying. As I was nursing her Craig texted me and said that it took him extra long to get to work because Brooke left her lunch box in the car and he had to go back to the school to drop it off. Of course she did.
I threw on some sweats, put my hair in a messy bun and headed to the grocery store with my two littles in tow. What a morning! I grabbed some essentials at the store and rushed back so I could quickly pick up the house before the plumber arrived. Last week while Craig was in Denver for work the toilet in the master bathroom leaked all over and flooded one of the bedrooms. That's a whole other story. Lol! As I was unloading and putting the groceries away Ty threw a fit that he did not want to come inside. He loves the car and wanted to look at it and touch it and hug it. I let him hang out in the garage just while I put things away. When I went to bring him inside he kept telling me that the car had an "Owie". As I looked closer I wanted to die. He had found a nail or something sharp on the floor of the garage and scratched all around our brand-new 2013 Mazda5. Ty said "I'n sowey mommy, car have owie." He buries his head in my chest and cries. I want to cry too. In my head I'm thinking, I hope there is some hack on how to fix this on Pinterest because who knows how much that just took off the value of our car. ... Sigh. The price of having a two yr old... He shattered the screen on my iPhone just a few days ago.
The plumber arrives in a not so perfectly clean house and I show him into the master bathroom so he can fix the toilet. I stay for a few minutes to explain what was going on and then he explained what needed to be done and I left him to his work. I had left the baby on a blanket in the front room and had cartoons on for Ty to watch. When I walked back into the front room there was an awful stench. I looked down to see Ty digging in his diaper and then trying to feed it to the baby. She had poop all over her face and her hands. It was completely disgusting. Ty looked up at me with a mischievous smile and started laughing. I quickly ran them both into the other room and wiped them both down as best I could. I would have spanked him but I didn't want to touch the mess anymore than I had to. He got a good scolding instead. I changed diapers and ran them out to the garbage outside along with all the dirty wipes, threw the dirty blanket the baby was laying on in the washing machine, put new clothes on Ty and scrubbed his hands with soap, and quickly put my princess in the tub to scrub her clean. As I am washing her down Ty grabs Jace's MP3 player from the dresser and throws it in the tub, then starts running in circles and yelling at the top of his lungs. He has reached the terrible twos and is in overdrive. I'm exhausted and the day is only half over. I put some essential oils in the diffuser to try and mask the stench of Ty's mess. All while the plumber was here...
Fast forward a few hours. My big kids are home and have finished their homework and chores. I promised Brooke she could have a friend over so we go pick up Kate. I am nursing the baby in the girls room and Brooke yells underneath the door that Ty must have a poopy diaper because it stinks in the living room. Then she runs back and yells "mom quick!! Ty rubbed his poop all over the carpet." NO!!!! Not again! I handed the baby over to Brooke which evoked sobs from my not yet finished eating infant and rushed in to see what Ty had done. There is Ty sitting in a pile of poop on the living room carpet, smiling at me with his big hazel eyes and telling me that he's "sowey". Yuck! Gross!! Please not again. Sometimes being the mom and being on cleanup duty stinks ... literally. I put Ty in the tub hoping it will keep him entertained and trapped for the moment so he can't destroy anything else in our home for the time being.
I have a whole bag of chicken boiling in a pot on the stove, the baby is crying, Brooke and Kate are loudly debating what to do to help the baby, Ty is whining in the tub, and I am cleaning up poop out of the carpet. A LOT of poop and its gross and its smudged in deep. I want to cry and quit my job and run away to a tropical island. After the carpet is cleaned up somewhat I take the baby from the girls and nurse her in the back room. Ty is still whining from the tub for someone to come get him out. I was so mad at him, I just ignored it and continued to nurse the baby. Then there was a loud crash and tears. He had tried to get out himself and slipped in the tub. I snuggled him in a towel and examined his wound not sure if he would need stitches. I texted Craig a picture and told him to come home early. I was overwhelmed and I needed help. I put ice on Ty's owie, salted the chicken, and continued to clean up the carpet. Luckily when Kate's mom came to pick her up she had a spot carpet cleaner in her car. Hallelujah!
When Craig walked in the door over an hour later, a little earlier than when he normally would come home, I was seething and exhausted. I had just finished the carpet clean up and when I checked on the chicken for dinner it tasted horrible. I was frazzled when I salted the chicken earlier and I WAY over salted it. Ruining an entire bag of chicken that was supposed to be for 3 meals was the cherry on top. I lost it. I grouched at everyone and told Craig that I was leaving and I didn't know when I would be back and to enjoy the salty chicken and tortillas. I grabbed the baby and left. Mostly I just drove around in circles for a while. When I finally calmed down, I went over to a friends house that was selling some kids clothing for $.50 apiece and picked out some jeans for Ty. Then I drove over to Rogers and walked through Bed Bath and Beyond because I had a $25 gift certificate there. I was too indecisive to actually buy anything though. On the way home Craig called me and told me that he loved me and that all the kids were asleep in bed so it was safe to come home. Lol!! All in a day's work... Being mom is rough sometimes.
