Some days you wake up to rainbows and butterflies and happy cuddles in bed and giggles. Some days are all about easy morning routine completion, getting out the door on time with smiles, having backpacks and lunches and water bottles ready. The afternoons bring homework without complaint and finished within a reasonable and not hair pulling amount of time. Smiles and laughter coming from upstairs while little boys play and stay out of your way while you are able to fully clean the downstairs (tile floors all through the downstairs is a lot of mopping). Days like that are great.
We had a day like that yesterday. Blissfully breezed through it. No worries. Just smiles and hanging out with my littles while they were home. Good conversation and cuddling with Andy when he was home. And an awesome look at my sweet baby Emerson via ultra sound. He's big (they estimate him to be 8 lbs 5 oz right now) but perfect and healthy. I went to bed with a smile on my face.
I woke up with a smile, too. Andy kissed me good morning and the boys were already wiggling for the best position to cuddle in bed. That was fine. Until I got elbowed. The day kind of went ttthhhhhhhbbbbbbb after that. There was yelling about forgotten socks and not being quick enough to eat breakfast. I am low on everything in the fridge and pantry (going to the store at this point in pregnancy just sucks) and living with an extra adult in the house means we go through food 5 times faster (figure the math on that one out and I will award you the Nobel Prize). My grand plans to grocery shop today were thwarted by giant cankles. My house smells like burning because the "spring form pan incident" never got fully cleaned up from the oven and someone turned the oven on but ignored the smoke/awful smell coming from it. The kids are fighting me on homework today. Matt is having a breakdown over having to write a half-page journal entry on why homework is important. Nic is dying over a paper cut. I just snapped at the poor kiddo because he wouldn't stop crying on the floor.
Days like this overwhelm me. And make me wish for different things. Question my decision making. Inspire me to a 7 pm bedtime for the kids and a good book on the couch for myself. But I am never alone on the couch any more. So maybe a 7 pm bedtime for me, too. At least I know there is always a chance tomorrow will be a rainbows and sunshine day. And maybe I will finally make it to the store. And clean my oven. But first, I think I will set the goal of starting the day out with a big hug and kiss for my littles.
We had a day like that yesterday. Blissfully breezed through it. No worries. Just smiles and hanging out with my littles while they were home. Good conversation and cuddling with Andy when he was home. And an awesome look at my sweet baby Emerson via ultra sound. He's big (they estimate him to be 8 lbs 5 oz right now) but perfect and healthy. I went to bed with a smile on my face.
I woke up with a smile, too. Andy kissed me good morning and the boys were already wiggling for the best position to cuddle in bed. That was fine. Until I got elbowed. The day kind of went ttthhhhhhhbbbbbbb after that. There was yelling about forgotten socks and not being quick enough to eat breakfast. I am low on everything in the fridge and pantry (going to the store at this point in pregnancy just sucks) and living with an extra adult in the house means we go through food 5 times faster (figure the math on that one out and I will award you the Nobel Prize). My grand plans to grocery shop today were thwarted by giant cankles. My house smells like burning because the "spring form pan incident" never got fully cleaned up from the oven and someone turned the oven on but ignored the smoke/awful smell coming from it. The kids are fighting me on homework today. Matt is having a breakdown over having to write a half-page journal entry on why homework is important. Nic is dying over a paper cut. I just snapped at the poor kiddo because he wouldn't stop crying on the floor.
Days like this overwhelm me. And make me wish for different things. Question my decision making. Inspire me to a 7 pm bedtime for the kids and a good book on the couch for myself. But I am never alone on the couch any more. So maybe a 7 pm bedtime for me, too. At least I know there is always a chance tomorrow will be a rainbows and sunshine day. And maybe I will finally make it to the store. And clean my oven. But first, I think I will set the goal of starting the day out with a big hug and kiss for my littles.
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