My friend Julie started a "Confessions of a real mommy" blog. I posted a few, but yesterday I had the Mother of all Mommy Meltdowns.
Let me start a few days ago...Matt was hunging for the weekend so I took the boys shopping (need I say more? but I will). We were in the dressing room and Hayden was holding Jack on his lap, decided he was done and shoved him face first to the floor. Blood and spit dribbling from the face. Rug burn on the chin, lots of tears. Fat lip. That was Saturday.
Sunday, went to Ikea (yes, instead of church.)The boys were out of town, so us girls pretended we were too. I put Hayden in "Smaland"whatever swedish word that is. They paged me after 45 minutes. "Are you Hayden's Mom?" the girl asked me. Not wanting to admit it, I say "yes.". "He went #2 in his pants". Great. I have sleeping Jack in a sling and I managed to clean up the poopyness in the bathroom and throw out the beloved Lightning McQueen undies. We survived the rest of Ikea, incident free.
Fast forward to yesterday. Hayden peed his pants. (never does this, I'm wondering what is going on). Jack slips while crawling, re-injures the fat lip and gets a bloody mouth, AGAIN. He's generally cranky and crabby all day ( I think He's on the verge of 2 more new teeth in addition to a bashed up face...who wouldn't be crabby?). Afternoon, Hayden POOPS his pants...AGAIN! What the heck! Realizing, I'm about to have a melt down, I decide to fill up Hayden's water table (it's dry now) with rice and beans for a new thing to do. I put it in the garage so I dont' get beans and rice in my house. I think, WOW, this is a great idea! He's playing so great out there and honestly, I think to myself...giving me some peace and quiet! Jack's napping, all is well. About 30 minutes go by, and I realize...this much quietness is never a good thing, so I go check. BEANS AND RICE ALL OVER THE GARAGE. Apparently, this activity is better when supervised! he had been flinging cup fulls of beans and rice all over for the past 30 minutes.
Fussy baby wakes up. After cleaning up the beans and rice, I'm barely hanging on to my sanity. I tried to sit on the couch and relax for a minute (so I don't loose it on my kids) and they just won't even give me 12 inches of space. so, I put fussy baby in the high chair with some crackers and turn on Thomas. I retreat to my bed, covers over my head, and have a good 2 minute cry. I hear my hubby come home. By now, fussy baby is crying again, and Daddy says, "where's mommy?" I say "In here." He comes looking but doesn't see my lump under the covers. "Where are you?" "Under the covers, hiding from our children". sniff. sniff.
I think he thought I was having a nervous breakdown! I felt much better after a good cry. We had a happy dinner, and then I happily went to Target, ALONE, for toilet paper and baby tylenol. My husband is so good to me. I apologized for him having to come home to a nutty wife half the time, but he said he understands that it's hard sometimes and he was okay with me leaving for awhile. Today, I can laugh about it...yesterday, not so much.
Today is Preschool! YAY!! Is that bad?
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