PhotoBlog: Ahhh!
I did a very bad thing yesterday; something I try not to do. Something that makes me feel like a very bad mama on the rare occasion that I do it…
I wished away my kids’ childhood.
And, if I’m being honest, in some of the more trying moments, I wished I didn’t have kids at all.
How horrible is that?!
Of course, I don’t really wish that. It’s just, in those trying moments that seem to be neverending, I mentally escape to a world where my stomach isn’t a jiggly ball of stretched-out flesh, my house is clean and smells like vanilla instead of poop, and my coffee pot overflow-eth with hot coffee.
(And, while writing about that imaginary world, Wyatt, on the floor beside me, cooed, and flashed me the hugest, sweetest smile. Way to make your mama feel even more guilty, kid.)
Yesterday, nothing seemed to go right.
First, the babies are trying to mess up their sleep schedule with is not cool with me. I was trying to keep them up a little longer in attempt to coordinate their nap with Lily’s. Wyatt had other plans.
Like falling asleep at the front door.
Of course, that doesn’t make for a bad day. Really, at this point, it was just adorable. Plus, look at how happy he was, even after he was woken up by Lily shoving him:
(Imagine that smile, but wider and more teeth… that’s the smile he guilted me with earlier in this post.)
So, okay, not a big deal. But look carefully in this next picture. Do you see anything unusual?
Still nothing?
How about now?
There are two things I should have realized after I took this picture:
1. Lily hadn’t brushed her teeth yet and,
2. She had recently been eating an orange marker.
Maybe if I had realized that, at least part of the rest of the day would’ve been a bit smoother.
But I hadn’t. So…
While I was getting dressed, she was single-handedly destroying my table:
And chair:
…and her own body and clothes.
I took these pictures while she was in time out. Meanwhile, Colby ran into the kitchen and said, very seriously, “Mommy, I have some baaaad news. Wyatt got poo-poos all over him.”
Sure enough…
{{Warning, not for the weak-stomach}}
This picture doesn’t even do the mess justice. It was all the way up his back. One of those bubbled up fabric, seeping liquid through the shirt, jobs. If I wasn’t already frustrated, I would’ve been impressed at his crapping abilities.
At this point, I was at the end of my rope. I’m not typically a call people up and invite myself over kind of person, but I was desperate and knew of a couple of friends who were having a playdate. They, thankfully, let us tag along with them to go feed the ducks. It wasn’t much less stressful than the rest of my day had been, but there’s something about enduring it with other moms around that makes it more bearable.
This was my favorite picture, I think:
We headed home after my kids had soaked themselves to the bone, and adequately terrified a mama duck and her babies. I attempted to get dinner ready. Things continued going downhill.
First, while I was wrist-deep in hamburger meat, Lily was taking bites out of the uncooked corn that was on the counter at the time.
Later, while I was flipping burgers, Lily decided to take a bite out of the cheese block.
Clint came in and saved the day, which was wonderful. He was my sanity-saver last night.
Unfortunately, when I went to put the burgers in the oven to keep them warm, I realized that last night’s dinner that I had made extra of to freeze for breakfasts, was still in the oven.
Pancakes: Wasted.
This is about the point I lost my mind. I was exhausted and mentally done for the day. I broke down into tears to Clint while we laid in bed last night and he, being the awesome husband he is, assured me that I am not the worthless, bad mother, inadequate friend, wife, and daughter that I had suddenly decided I was because of my bad day.
Today, the sun is shining and I’ve only yelled at my kids once.
Today is already a better day.
