One of Those Days

It started out nice. Hubby got up extra early and made us breakfast. I did my chores early so we could have a fun day. That was the plan. A quick stop to work, then over to the park, and possibly to Sonic to grab something cold to drink. Sounds great, huh? Well...

We were chatting with everyone at work, and just as I was telling them that Emily was all potty-trained and ready for preschool, she peed. I didn't have the diaper bag inside the office with me, so she had to walk around like that. Embarrassing for both of us. Then, Jake had a blow-out. Just in case you have never dealt with this first hand, it means poop goes everywhere (usually up the back in our case). Again, no diaper bag means I just wrapped him in a blanket and made the rest of the trip short. We finally made it to the car and got everyone cleaned up. After changing shorts, our other two stops were rather uneventful, besides the screaming, inconsolable baby in the car seat.

When we got home, it was a little later than Emily's normal nap time but I thought she would be so tired, it wouldn't matter. It did. She went to her room without a fuss. I put her in her crib, gave her and her babies a hug and kiss, and headed downstairs. Only 5 minutes later, I heard her door open. Yes, she apparently climbs out of her crib. She said she wanted to come downstairs with me. This began four of the most miserable hours of my life. She was whining and fussing, Jake was fussing and full-on screaming, and I was trying to get dinner made. Emily and I even tried making cookies, which I thought would make her happy. To no avail.

Ding dong.

Was this my fairy-godmother (okay, fairy-babysitter) I had been secretly wishing for? Sort of. My 17-year old brother was here to help! Another set of hands for diaper-changing, another stern voice for keeping Emily within the boundaries, and an adult to engange in converation. Sweeeeeeet. Apparently Ryan called in the backup when we tried on two occasions to have a 5-minute phone conversation. Thank you.

The rest of the evening went much smoother. Emily is now sound asleep, and Jake is lying awake in his crib. And me? I'm not cleaning the kitchen, or folding laundry, or scrubbing showers like I should be. I am enjoying a Hansen's soda and a few peaceful minutes at the computer with a game of Farkle in one tab and blogger in another, and thanking God that tomorrow is a new day.