So I had one of those days. You know, the one that starts with a 5a.m. feeding and then a 5:30a.m. feeding and then a 6:07a.m. feeding, then one at 6:38a.m. just to prove a point. Then a 2 year old who's voice is constantly set to megaphone, bright eyed and whiny at 6:43. Then I realize FAR to late that the closest roll of toilet paper to me is in the garage. Then the boys wake-up and the house goes into full-fledged fight club mode, pre-breakfast time, pre-bus time, pre-get-the-H-to school time. So before I am even awake I have lost all patience and care. Then the DVD player decides to go on the fritz right as I calm the 2 year old down with the promise of Dora-mermaid. Boys head to school, dress and feed the rest of us and baby decides to channel the exorcist and explodo-vomits all over the only thing I have to wear at this point in my chubby existence that doesn't make me want to cry. Then the day really starts as I KSL my existence away and get no less than 2 phone calls every 3 minutes for the rest of the day. Have to mail some packages and so spend close to 3 hours prepping, taping, re-taping, re-packaging, re-leasing swear words into my head. Get into Van Helsing(my Honda) to a smell that can only be described as death. Play twenty questions with my self about it's origin; Animal? Vegetable? Definitely not a mineral. Fully unwrap scenty tree hoping to mask smell.(I really don't have time to take care of it now) Head to post office where I cruelly judge postal woman for her Bumpits hair piece and feel true shame. Spend a small fortune to send the goods. Go see mama in hospital, and want to cry. Woman is in so much pain and so hopped up on pain meds. Not used to seeing her this way. She is the woman who actually mopped her floor when she had pneumonia, because, "it needed it". Nothing gets her down. Feel like I am five and useless and wish I were a better daughter. Run home to kiddos. Need to clean the whole house before tomorrow, realtor coming. Have been de-junking and organizing house so it literally looks like WWIII. 2 year old and baby decide at the same moment that they NEED me. One to be fed one to be cuddled. House languishes in filth. Make a quick, quasi-nutritious, quasi-edible dinner. Baby decides to have an explodo-diaper that only a warm bath will fix. Eat, clean, clean, feed baby(so messy, that baby cereal), clean baby, jammies, scriptures, prayer, talk to hubby on phone, 2 year old decides she is "too scary" to sleep and proceeds to mess up recently cleaned room. 10 year old "can't fall asleep" and wants to figure out were Boston is on the map. Freak out a bit which quiets all children. Breathe deep for the first time all day. Blog. What? Holy Banana, what a day.
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Oh Mern,
I love you so. We missed your sweet little face at bookclub last night. Things just aren't the same without you. Isn't life just a bitch sometimes. I promise one day you will look back to these hellish days and say....Where did the time go. My babies are all grown up and they don't even need me anymore. Try to just relax and enjoy them (harder said then done when you want to beat them). How is your mom? I didn't even know she was going in this soon. How long will she be in the hospital? Does she need help with her Christmas Decor?
Chin up little camper. This too shall pass.
Love,
Brenda
My dear, I feel your pain. A post that truly resonates with me.
I recently had "one a dem days" and remember receiving some very wonderful, heartfelt words of wisdom from...YOU!
I'm not sure if this will make you feel better/worse, but your day from H, made me laugh my guts out.
Oh, and don't feel badly about staring down Miss Postwoman for her "alleged" Bump-it do. Those women in Payson work hard to achieve that look, sans informercial equipment! Sure she was thrilled to see you acknowledging her Rave-induced height, even if it was just with your eyes.
And one last thing. I love your Mom. So sorry to hear that she's in the hospital. If I can do anything more than pray--will you please let me know? I'd LOVE to have your kids over! Except maybe the ravenous boob feeder, don't think she'd like me very much.
In an epiphanal moment, I realized that the part of my comment where I "laugh my guts out" at your misfortune may come across as being very insensitive, as some parts of your day were quite taxing for you emotionally.
Forgive me.
Maybe it was not so much your day from H that made me laugh, but rather the way you told of certain parts of it.
I love ya.
wow.... I need a nap after reading that post.
PLEASE let us know when you need some help!!! After school, during the mornings... please, please! Do not do this alone, crazy lady!
WE can HELP YOU! call me!
Mmmmm Hmmm. Give me a call on days like this.
You are the best! You keep it real, sista. This makes me so excited to have baby #3 rock my world in just a couple short months. I have a feeling I'm going to be having A LOT of dem days then...
What are you postah do Dad? What are you postah do? I hope things are better for you this week. And what is Melba doing in the hospital? Please send her my love.
Praying Brantis
Marnae, You are super mom! I SO Wish we lived closer so I could help you! I hear you guys are probably moving, which makes me SO SAD but very excited for you at the same time! It is just a shame that we haven't gotten together more often. Let's PLEASE plan a time to get together soon! It doesn't matter if It's at our house or yours, I just want to see you guys and squeeze that baby (Who, by the way has gotten so big!)
Definitely what a day. Oh man, sorry to hear about your mom, the house, the baby & toddler combo issues (which I can very much relate to right now), life as a mom is sometimes a little too much. You're amazing; thank heavens for tomorrows.
I'm glad I'm not the only one to have days like this. I must say though...it sounded like a doozey. Don't feel bad for judging the bumpitz. Most people I know feel no shame after they judge bumpitz. You seriously crack me up.
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