I have a day from when Olivia was really little that was just the epitomy of a horrible day. It involved a dark elevator, a hungry baby, a humid day, a puking three year old, my being locked in the back of our SUV by accident while trying to nurse the baby and then the baby pooping in the tub while we were all taking a cool bath together. I take that day and measure all other "mom days" against that day. This day doesn't measure up to that bad, but it has potential.
I woke up this morning feeling relatively happy. I was heading back to the gym, the kids sounded happy. The night before, I'd made their lunches and snacks, tidied the kitchen and had things prepared for this morning.
Then I came downstairs.
Logan had himself a bit of a party. He'd found some marshmallows. A big no-no. He played with my hot glue gun. A REALLY big no-no. (Even if I did leave it out, which I didn't mean to do...just forgot.) Then, when I asked him what he had done, he lied about it.
Three strikes my little man. You're grounded.
Then he tried to blame me. "Well, if you hadn't left it out, I wouldn't have played with it!" So, now it's my fault. Considering I'd left it out the night before and he never touched it, I guess I just didn't think anything of it. After he tried that, he decided to tell me that he'd rather be grounded all day, and not have to go to school. That's obviously not an option, so he was at risk of adding another day. He got the message, picked up his stuff and walked with his sister to school.
I went to the gym, did a 35 minute walk on the treadmill, but due to my earlier health issue I mentioned a couple posts ago, I am still unable to do a lot of the other stuff. But hey, that's better than nothing!
Last night, I was craving maple walnut ice cream. But Target didn't have any, so I picked up some butter pecan. That's a decent enough substitute. Then I picked up some Subway and we headed for the park at our school. Met up with friends, enjoyed my time, albeit not as long as I'd hoped for, due to thunderstorms. I got to hear some really awesome thunder before we got hit, though.
While we were at the park, Logan came outside during his lunch break. I noticed that he had a very large welt above his eye. The boys both react pretty strongly to the early mosquitoes and this is the second time he's been hit in the eye. Grady had decided to go around without shoes and opened up a cut on his big toe. So I had to fix that too. Man...
Then the rain hit, along with another thunderstorm. So, time to go.
Reluctantly, we came home. I started doing a bit of housework, watched a little tv, played a little computer. The biggest problem is that Grady is needing a nap during the late morning/early afternoon. So right now, I have a very cranky, very tired little boy. I don't know what to do though, because we do need to get outside too. It's an interesting dilemma.
When Logan came home, I gave Logan an ice pack, a little rest, I had him do his homework. Then I asked him to help me tidy up. He had to take the garbage out, take it to the dumpster, and that was really about it. There was some super fussing about that. He was wandering around the house, pouting and looking out the window. I finally had to say that if he didn't get the chore done, then I'd add one more and another day of grounding. Then it got done.
I got a bug up my butt and cleaned my bedroom. That was good. Then I went to vacuum. Stupid vacuum. It's so dumb, barely works. I finally got it working well enough so that at the very least I could get the surface dirt. I'd sure hate to see what's not being picked up. I hate that vacuum right now. It barely works, but at least it *looks* good.
Right now, dinner is on the barbecue. Ribs, baby potatoes and cut carrots and celery to go with it. Nice and easy, tasty and healthy. I have a very tired, very tantrumy three year old. Grady stinks from a poopy diaper (he can potty train ANY day now. Nine straight years of diapers is PLENTY!), Logan is still pouty, and Olivia is easily upset. After dinner, it will be bathtime (Grady, Olivia and I are covered in bug spray) and then the kids will be in bed.
I have a huge pile of laundry to fold, and more to come as I do more throughout the evening.
At least I have butter pecan ice cream.
Oh. And Jeff comes home tonight.
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