Crankypants McGee
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I have a dog-gone stupid cold and today has been a pretty bad day.
My kids have been downright naughty today and were getting into everything. While I was changing Zander’s diaper, Lily was in the tub nearby and reached up to the top ledge of the tub, pulling down all of the soaps, shaving cream, and her no-more-tangles spray. I heard the commotion, but was holding that squirmy little doo-doo monkey by his ankle with one hand and trying to entice him with some toy with the other so he didn’t make a crap mess all over my floor.
I know, not safe tub use, but like an emergency dispatcher I called, “Lily!”
“Yes!” she called.
“Okay, stay with me! Keep talking, make noises.”
She did. I finished up with Z and walked into the bathroom just as she had opened up the bottle of detangler and poured it all out into the tub. She had already opened and emptied the contents of two soap bottles.
Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly gentle when combing the tangles out of her hair a little later while saying, “Well, if you hadn’t poured out all of the spray, I could have used it and this wouldn’t hurt so bad…”
Add to that, the twins are teething, so they have been miserable. Normally, I do my freelance writing work while the kids nap, but today I wanted to nap with them, to try and kick this cold. The babies had other ideas.
Other, more high-pitched, banshee-like screaming, ideas.
Needless to say, I didn’t get a nap in.
So, I’m crabby.
And bored.
And I just found myself on Facebook doing the one thing I actually find most annoying in the world: IMing people for really no reason.
I am so ashamed.
{{hangs head}}
So, if I hit you up with my random IM spree, I apologize. It won’t happen again.
Probably.
Oh, check this story out from today… in my already crab-tastic mood, it pissed me off sooo bad.
My friend who is 39 weeks pregnant and 100% ready to meet her baby boy asked if I wanted to go for a walk with her and her two kids in hopes that maybe it’d start some of the contractions she felt this past weekend. Knowing I had to either stay inside cranky with four kids who would undoubtedly be bored and cranky, or go outside where they could run and not be bored, I decided the latter was the better of the two scenarios. After all, I wasn’t going to get any reprieve from my cold either way.
Off on our walk we went.
It started off okay. The kids were pretty good. They got a little too far away at times, but nothing so far away that I couldn’t use my momma-yellin’ lungs to call them back with.
Colby and his buddy were on their bikes, but weren’t paying attention to the fact that there were bikers coming up behind them.
No biggie, really. Shouldn’t have been, anyway. It’s not like we’re in a super busy place, just a trail.
I called to the boys to watch out and move to one side or the other because bikes were coming. They stared at me blankly. I pointed behind them. Colby moved one way, his friend moved the other way. It actually created more of a blockade than they had been creating in the first place.
Meanwhile, the bikers, a man and his wife in their 60s, had approached.
“Guys, you have to move out of the way,” I said, flashing an apologetic smile to the biker couple.
The boys finally saw the bikers and scooted out of the way.
The woman leaned down, looked at the boys and scolded, “You need to remember right on the right side, left on the left!”
I got pissed! Don’t you dare scold my child and his friend. I am not ignorant enough to think my kid is perfectly behaved all the time, but he wasn’t being naughty. He was riding his bike. No, he wasn’t staying on one side of the trail or the other, but I’m sorry… that’s not necessary in this scenario.
I called after her (though admittedly, I could’ve said it louder), “It’s a trail, jeez!”
[That's right, don't mess with me or I'll cut you down to size and pull out the ever-so-frightening "jeez" at the end of my sentence while speaking at a barely audible tone!]
It was so uncalled for and I was pissed.
Urgh.
Wait. I can’t leave a blog all negative like that… today wasn’t all bad. This morning we went to a great playdate/birthday party at a friend’s house and I got to meet a new mama who I clicked with (‘sup Kelsey). I even had a cup of hot coffee and a cupcake. Whew. See? It wasn’t all bad.
Plus, the kids went to bed. That was good.
Okay, I’m going to bed before I subject anyone else to my IMing and create an even more lengthy, ranting, and cranky blog.
Signed,
Crankypants McGee
a.k.a.
