It’s just one of those “Mom I can’t believe you make us eat vegetables.” kind of days. (Actually, there have been no vegetables involved because lunch was from Chik-Fil-A) Hubby woke up with a terrible migraine, had to do some conference calls from home while I attempted (to no avail) to keep the kiddos quiet.
Abby was fussy for 4 hours straight and refused to nap although it was obvious that the reason she was fussy was because she woke up entirely too early-and woke everyone else up along with her. Eddie left around for work 10 and I’ve been staring at faces like these ever since.
Navigated through Target with a screaming 1-year-old and a 3-year-old who insisted on walking like a big boy, which apparently also includes hiding in the empty space on the bottom shelf behind several boxes of diapers while mom is loading the cart. (Good thing I saw his little sandal poking out, I can just see myself frantically telling the sales associate that my son has been kidnapped.)
Came home to realize that a certain little monkey had put a pair of shorts in the cart that are 3 sizes too big for his sister and cost way more than I would have spent on them. Didn’t realize I had paid for them because I was busy dealing with the fact that he was literally rolling on the floor in temper tantrum mode while we were checking out.
Yup, that’s my son. The same one who gave me the lovely scab I am now sporting on my right breast because he decided the other day that he was going to hug me and then changed his mind mid-hug and tried to bite my nipple off. Literally. Yes, that was me in Target with one screaming child in the cart, one rolling on the floor yelling and trying to kick me, sporting bite marks, sweatpants, and unbrushed hair while carrying a badge in my purse that qualifies me as a “parenting specialist.”
Later, during lunch little man painted his brand new sunglasses with ketchup and then informed me, while I was washing his glasses and obviously exasperated, “Mom, ketchup is a food for painting things. I painted my sunglasses. Now can I paint my french fries?” at least I could laugh at that one.
Sigh. I am so NOT looking forward to next week when my husband leaves for three straight weeks on a business trip. It’s a good darn thing we are leaving tonight for a mini vacation. I’ll be the one sitting on the beach in a straight jacket.
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