Do you ever feel like your day is progressing so horrendously that you need a do-over? Just wipe the slate clean and start over and pretend like this whole craptastic day never even happened?
Yeah, me too.
Today has been rough. The toddler is Certifiable. Seriously, for fun this morning he chased Roscoe around the house and squealed with delight as he repeatedly chucked a bag of dry breakfast cereal at him. This is one of the many reasons I need to post these pictures. I need a reminder that his sense of humor is a good thing. It is not always used for the Forces of Evil.
Also, Zoey seems out to get me as well though using the only means she currently has available: poop. Today she exploded. She was laying on my lap and her butt suddenly exploded so violently that it made me jump. Then the yellow-brown spot appeared on the belly of her onesie. Then I felt something wet RUNNING DOWN MY LEG. And then it began dripping all over the floor as I hollered for Alex to bring paper towels and make it quick — and ROSCOE QUIT LICKING THE FLOOR!!!! Maybe I should have just let him lick it up because I had a LOT of mess to clean up, immediately followed by a bath for Zoey and then a bath for me.
I’m ready for bed now.
Last night we went out to dinner with my mom to Bo Ling’s. After dinner we went to get up and as I reached down to pick up Zoey’s carseat I said, “What is that? Does she have peanut butter on her face?”
Nope. Poop. It was poop.
Poop on her face, in her ear, on her hands, smeared all over her left leg and foot, on her shirt, all over two blankets, and in her carseat.
It is a really good thing that my mom and I have a sense of humor. I hope the lady in the bathroom while we were cleaning her up did too.
I’m trying to post more videos of the kids for our long-distance family and friends. Enjoy!
Now, midday, the blessed naptime — the one hour of mostly alone time I am allowed each day — why NOW does the mailman come? Why NOW does the UPS man come? Why NOW does a FREAKING HELICOPTER CHOOSE TO FLY CIRCLES IN THE AIR AROUND MY HOUSE? WHY I ASK YOU WHYYYYYYYY????
The world has cruel plans for me today that involve an extremely cranky, teething toddler who does not enjoy being woken up during his nap. DOES NOT WANT. At least both the kids are asleep for the moment and I can bitch to the internet about the news helicopter — there had better be some kind of escaped convict nearby or something. (Seriously, the last time this happened there was something bad going down right at the end of our block, never did find out what it was for sure. Why do they always bring out the SWAT team during naptime?)
I wish I could blame being tired for my crabbiness but I went to bed at 8pm last night, and no I am not joking. I also wish that meant that I couldn’t totally fall asleep right now while typing but that isn’t the case either. Zoey is a really good sleeper and only wakes up 2-3 times a night so why am I so tired? Evening time rolls around and I’ve been saying to Mike, “Man I need to go to bed, I have been up for almost TWELVE hours already!” I know we have a new baby but this is getting ridiculous.