One of those Nights

So I had one of those days. It didn't start bad, in fact, most of the day was good. I was super productive. I finally organized the 'office' by putting away all the paid bills that were piled up on it and in it. And I'm so pleased to be actually seeing the wood desk top, I even polished it, and it looks so pretty. I also went out to play with Q today during B's morning nap. It was so beautiful out. We went out with light jackets on, but ended up taking them off, it was so warm. We even returned library books and made a trip to Sonic for smoothies (only cause Q was sick, right!). I got me a cherry limeade and it was awesome!! AND to top it off, both boys napped for 2 hours this pm. I had dinner planned and almost made before Scott had a change of plans and didn't make it home for dinner. But that didn't bother me either.



I made Q mac-n-cheese for dinner, (only cause he's sick), and sat the boys down to eat. It was only then that the day began to go south (and it was 5:30--so I guess I can't say my DAY was bad). I decided to make cupcakes, only because Q was sick (and I wanted to eat raw cake batter). So I made cupcakes while shovelling food at B and Q. Both ate really well, and as their veggie/fruit, I opened a can of pears (they're my stand by for fresh fruit if its my off week to shop). Both boys enjoyed the pears, but there were some left, so I left the can w/ all the juice and maybe two pears in the can on the counter. While they were eating, I remembered that Q need to 'sign' his 16 valentine's day cards for school tomorrow. So, I broke out the box of CARS valentine's with cute little tattoos to go with them (my first mistake was buying this type of cards). Q did a good job signing his name, although he has no concept that the letters in his name go in a particular order, but he caught on. So then I had to put the darn tattoos on the card, by sliding them into little slits cut into the card. Argh! I was contemplating not putting the smaller-than-a-postage-stamp tattoos on there, till I read that each card stated "A Tattoo Especially for YOU" on it. So I stood there attaching these stupid tattoos, while B smiled and did his little monkey arm thing telling me he wanted MORE to eat. I'd stop, give him a few bites of food (if you give him a whole bunch of food, he stuffs it all into his mouth and then gags), and continue on with my task, all the while, Q is asking me again and again if he can have a cupcake (which were still in the oven). I was ready to scream cause noise and constant question asking drive me over the edge when I'm trying to get something done. Oh and I started my and Scott's dinner of chicken chili before the cupcakes went in the oven. Well, it was time to add something to the chili and I took out something, and for the life of me don't know how, but I dropped the lid to the pot on the floor and dented the lid. But no big mess.



I finally got all the cards done and packed away in Q's back pack and it was time for baths. Ordinarily, I would have skipped bath time because it was just me putting the boys to bed. But Q had peed all over himself and the bathroom during dinner (cause I didn't supervise him), and well, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't hose him down. I did make him wash his hands before returning to dinner, but I figured he needed a bath anyway since I couldn't remember the last time I gave him a bath. So I got B in bed, then gave Q a bath and into bed. All would have been good, if he had stayed in bed. He was up 4 times and didn't fall asleep till 10pm.

After I got Q in bed, I went down to clean up the kitchen, it was a wreck. There was the kids dinner wreckage and the adults dinner wreckage and of course the cup cake wreckage to clean up. As I was tackling all this, I knocked a pot I just cleaned over and it in turn knocked over the can of pears/pear juice over, onto my freshly scrubbed kitchen floor. AHH. Scott tells me I have fetal alcohol syndrome cause I"m so clumsy. Which I'd believe if my mom wasn't such a God fearing baptist, and we all know "baptists don't drink or dance..." its in the Baptist decree.

I mopped up that spill and continued on, when I remembered I had to pack lunches for everyone for the next day. I just wanted to sit down! It was a little glimpse of how my life is going to be in a few years when I have Q in school full time...doing "homework" and fixing lunches. I don't know how you mommies do it. It was an exhausting night. I did finally get to sit down and eat w/ my dearest at 9:30pm and watch LOST. While it was exhausting, I've sorta found a joy in being busy, it gives me a feeling of accomplishment once in a while when I get stuff done, struggle and get exhausted and live to tell about it.