The house is clean. But the kids are both screaming at me. Every little thing they do is getting on my nerves.
Zaylee pooped in her pants - five minutes after pooping in the potty, which she did two minutes after peeing in her pants.
Thomas keeps opening the fridge and pulling foods out. I blocked the kitchen entry with chairs. So now he's sitting in front of the chairs, trying to move them out of the way so he can get to the fridge. And he's screaming at me.
Zaylee screams at him when he screams, because the sound bothers her. Does she not realize this only makes the problem worse?!
Jeff is at work. He'll be gone until both kids are already in bed. I'm going solo tonight. And I am not enjoying it at all.
I really just wish someone would come and whisk me away to some little place just for me. It would be quiet and peaceful and serene. There would be books and magazines there for me to read without being interrupted, and yarn and hooks and lots of simple patterns to choose from so I could crochet something beautiful, just for me. And there would be ice cream and chocolate, but it would all have no calories at all, so I could eat as much as I want and not gain any weight. But it would taste as delicious as though each bite had a hundred calories!
Someone would be there to massage my back and shoulders and neck and feet for as long as I want. And when they were done I would feel blissfully relaxed and ache-free.
And it would have air conditioning.
And when I got back from this wonderful place, both kids would be sleeping soundly, cherub-like, in their beds. And they would stay asleep and QUIET until 9:00 tomorrow morning, so that when I woke up I could have some time to myself to get ready for the day, instead of having to jump straight into "mother mode" the second before I open my eyes. And when they finally woke up, they would both be smiling and happy. And Zaylee would have slept dry all night so that I wouldn't have to greet the day by changing her out of urine-scented underwear and plastic cover.
But instead, Thomas is still yelling and crying because he can't get into the kitchen to play in the fridge. And Zaylee is off making a mess somewhere. And I have aching shoulders, back, neck, and feet. And no ice cream. And no chocolate. And tomorrow the kids' crying will wake me up because Zaylee will have climbed into Thomas' crib and will be squishing his face into the mattress.
Whisk-Away Fairy, if you read this, please come take me away!
7 comments:
I feel you! I wish I was your whisk away fairy. I could get you everything...except maybe the quiet, since there are two little devils on my end as well. Sorry your day was so rough. Hope Jeff can help out more today!
Did it happen? Were you wisked away?? I am hoping somehow the answer will be yes...somehow.
I just hate the nights I have bedtime alone...it is so much harder. Makes you thankful for nights when your hubby IS home though, right?
Stephanie, if I lived anywhere near you I would totally help you out. Thats a bummer that things have been so crazy maybe tomorrow will be better fo you.
Just keep praying, Steph, the Lord won't give you anything you can't handle. Just remember all those things I put you through :D Like throwing a walkie-talkie at you, or throwing a tantrum while you tried to get me up the stairs... Read D&C 122, I think it'll help, cause it always helps me, then read Alma 7:11-13
Love ya lots
Oh Stephanie! I feel you. I've had many such days when I just feel like I am at the end of my rope.
I don't know if this will apply to you and your situation at all but when my kids are driving me crazy I have found that if I just take a deep breath and then round them up and play a game or read to them they will calm down a bit and give me a break. Sometimes they just need more of my attention.
This is what I hate about blogging friends-they are to far away. If I could I would tell you to come relax at my place. It would not be quiet but at least the kids could play together and you could get a small break of sorts.
Go knead some bread dough or something. Vent your frustrations on the dough and then have some yummy bread! :-)
Hoping today is a better day!
Why didn't you tell me any of this while I was talking to you on the phone? Silly thing... Probably because I am a little chatterbox. Sorry...
Hope today was a little better for you, I know how you feel with the bedtime stuff all by yourself. I have done it for at least 4 out of the 7 years we have been married! (midnight shift is the worse. You see them all of 2-3 hours because they are at work all night and asleep all day and you have to keep the kids quiet.)
Call me anytime you need. On my cell phone, which is always in my pocket if not right at hand.
I'm so sorry you've having such a rough day! Wish I lived close enough to come help out. I've done it both ways, and it's definitely HARDER to be a stay-at-home mom! Hang in there!
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