In my days of teacher aiding, so very long ago, I remember a book the kids loved... "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day". Ironically, that's pretty much what played over and over again in my brain most of the day today.
Feel free to laugh at my experience... at least it makes it worth it.
I didn't clean up the kids toys last night (sue me, I was tired). So, this morning they awoke to a crazy mess. (YAY). They didn't seem to mind... so why would I? After diaper and clothing changes I decided to make peanutbutter sandwiches on cinnimon raisin bread for breakfast. Thinking I'd let them have the "special fun" breakfast and eat at their new kids table, in our front room, I left them to entertain themselves in the toy jungle (aka our front room). Now, when I grabbed their sippy cups to fill, I managed to turn and see my sweet, adorable boys covered in white powder. As the sippy's fell to the ground, and the shriek's began I think they realized that something was wrong. The something they thought was wrong probably wasn't that they opened and dropped the entire tub of cookies that were left (by Grandma, I swear) in the toy jungle--but probably more the knowledge that their unfilled sippy's just hit the floor.
How dare I.
As the snow began to fall outside, I began cleaning the snow in the toy jungle. ...and, I didn't mind that the vacuum scared them, just so you know. I was quietly content that they were both standing on the couch as though a mouse ran under it--screaming their little heads off, while they watched the vacuum blaring. ...secretly I hope the "trama" of my cleaning helps them to stop destroying my house. ...maybe in about twenty years that dream will come true. Til then, I'll have to enjoy the vacuum torture that occurs. (and did I mention Kaed's new fear of the washing machine? ...weird, but we'll catagorize that for later use).
After breakfast, we had playtime before heading off to a fun, exciting day at a local children's museum. My favorite church ladies arranged this for the local mommies. YES--sanity, other mom's! I asked the boys "are you ready to go play with your friends?!". Both nodded "no".
Surely they have no idea what they're saying--so into your coats you go. ...and nevermind that having to chase you down and force you into your coat. I got that game mastered sir.
So, into the car we go. Everyone in a pretty decent mood. We get to the museum and after a short while of "get over here and wait patiently" (and that game--two year olds don't do well with, btw) we paid and entered. Immediately "Whoa, WOW"'s began. They stood outside the water room drooling at the thought of getting ahold of all that splashing--surely. Okay, maybe I was the drooling one--thinking of how much water these little water monsters were going to throw around a room and I didn't have to clean it up (yeah, I said it). But first--lockers. Because, in our old days we brought the stroller everywhere--and we're *trying* life with feet.
Trust me--I prefer the stroller.
About an hour into playing... meltdown #1. And for the following hour, meltdown's #2-#186. Two and a half hours in (maybe) I decided to leave. Probably good too, since about three seconds before pulling into the driveway the boys fell asleep. Too bad Kaeden's that child who wakes up and thinks he's rested for an entire night. Note to self: Kaeden can go to bed six hours early tonight--he'll be tired.
Since they fell asleep I decided to treat myself to a coffee at McDonalds. Wasn't until I got to the window that I realized... diaper bag, which housed my wallet, was thrown into the trunk. Never mind coffee... we'll meet again another time.
After naps, I decided to pack those poor children back into their winter gear to battle the snow. We had to get our van from the dealership where it was having recall work done. Rather than search for their shoes (aka newest and coolest toys) I decided to carry them to the car. Though Kaed was having one of his screaming fits--I decided to grab Joel first. I told Kaed I'd be right back. ...I should have known better. After I got Joel strapped in, I turned to discover a very proud and cold Kaeden standing in front of the car, in six inches of snow drift, wearing nothing but his socks (well, on his feet, he was dressed).
Seriously child? Do you get "cold"? Ugh.
So, off we go. In a blizzard. To get a van that we can't even drive (cause neither of the boys has their license, duh). And kerplunk (sp?). We got as far as the curb before that itty bitty rental got stuck. (note: don't make fun of the mom-mobile--which has bigger, far more expensive, tires that get through more than six inches of snow--well maybe?). At that point, I looked to the heavens and told God "k, I give up." I unpacked the kids (and even carried Kaeden, preventing further frostbite on his itty bitty toes) and turned on a nice kids show. I then went to the garage and retrieved a shovel.
At that point--I released my inner crackin'. I shoveled (and did a horrible job) my stress away.
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