Today was one of those days – one of those wild-monkey-poo days. As I type this mass hysteria is broadcasting in hi-def stereo quality from the basement, the ear piercing result of children being sent to bed early. Early bed the consequence to the aforementioned wild-monkey-poo day.
It wasn’t all bad – you know, except the part that was. The part where Calvin cried, and cried and cried because Everett did something or other. And then Olivia was upset because so and so said such and such. And then because we had to run errands. And then because I wouldn’t let them wait in the car. And then because I told them to wait in the car, I’d only be a minute. Then it was time to clean rooms. And oh, by golly, but that caused drama. And then the injustice of the wrong tv show, and then having to wait to dye the Easter eggs, and then the Easter eggs falling and cracking, and don’t mention the tantrum Everett threw to get Olivia to give her his egg, or the tantrum Olivia threw when Everett wouldn’t give it back. And when I mentioned “Fort Friday” the angels smiled – for only one brief moment. Then there were tears because I didn’t share a treat just right, and then because dinner wasn’t quite right. And then because I said we couldn’t sleep in the fort. And then because I said we couldn’t even make the fort. And then because I said “Straight to bed!”
Sometimes I wonder at the insanity of my life. I giggle in retrospect at the sheer audacity I have to even try this gig called motherhood. I love them – but some days I feel like a zoo keeper locked in the monkey exhibit when they’re flinging their poo!
Love you, babies!
Glad to know i’m not the only one! Hope tomorrow’s better for you.