not so funny...

i think that every once in a while, this blog will serve as a reminder that not every day are my children fun or joyful or obedient (as i hope to remember them being!), and that not all days are funny and fun. :) today, has been one of those days...

Ill start at the beginning.....

Daylight savings time just ended. so of course, my kids have to wake up at 6am. i am NOT a 6am kind of girl. normally i would just drag them into my room with their pillows and blankets, turn on sesame street, and climb back in my warm bed for another hour (or two!), but since we are currently at my parents house, that is not exactly an option.

To top it off, ethan is sick. So i woke up to a sweet little whispering voice of ethan, "mom! mom! yuck!", i sit up, take a sniff, and know immediately that he is covered in puke. all over him, his blanket, his pillow, the playpen. wonderful. i get him out, clean him up, dump the dirty stuff in the hallway to be washed later, and try and get him to lay in bed with me. no such luck.

two minutes later, they are all up. for good. i try and take them to my parents room to turn on the tv, so i can snooze some more.

nope. every two minutes (NOT an eggageration) there is some sort of a fight, kick, scream, or a bathroom cabinet that is not supposed to be open. Scratch the going back to sleep part.

by 730, we're up for good. we do breakfast, toys, and cleanup. more fighting. by 1130 i feel like ive totally lost it.

Caden has been in time out at least 6 times (breaking a clock, taking off his clothes, taking off his clothes again, playing with the hose outside and getting soaked, kicking the dog, hitting his brothers, etc, etc).

Rylan needed to go poop. i sat him on the toilet. 15 minutes later, i finally let him off the toilet, and threaten that he better tell me when he needs to go (because i KNEW he had to go). 10 minutes later, sure enough, im cleaning out another poopy underwear.

ethan was just the normal terror that he is, just slightly slower, since he was sick. in stacies room trying to open nail polish, eating chapstick, playing with her makeup. the normal.

chris gets home from court at 1130, and he could tell by the look on my face, that i was definitely done. he tries to help, but i send him to bed, since he had to leave for work less than 7 hours later.

So in my desperation, i turn to carls jr. we hardly ever play at playplaces (they are just dirty germ infested melting pots), so i only go there when i am absolutely at my wits end. we leave. we get there. it starts raining. we drive home again to get our sweatshirts. we drive back.

the boys are in heaven!! they play for 45 minutes! and im finally feeling happy! i eat some lunch, play on my phone, answer emails, and i dont feel like crying anymore. they eat their lunch without any yelling, which is an absolute miracle. i give them a 5 minute warning that its almost time to go home.

two minutes later, here comes caden, out of the playplace, covered in POOP! diarrhea. lovely. ethan had it yesterday, and apparently its cadens turn. i immediately find rylan and ethan, ban them from the playplace, and leave caden dripping poop on the ground.

i climb all over the playplace, looking for a total of SIX lost shoes. in SIX different places on the three story playplace. also looking for the diarrhea that i know is somewhere in there as well, since there is NO WAY it all stayed on his legs and feet. i find some here, there, all the while yelling at the boys to stay out and put on their shoes.

i mentioned previously that playplaces are germ infested melting pots. obviously my post has reinforced that idea. i was sickened by the thought of some other kid coming out covered in my childs poop, so i did my pest fo clean up every spot i could find. gross. but give me credit- at least i tried!



im on my way back down, and while crawling, stick my hand in a spot of missed diarrhea. even better. awesome.

finally get out, get all three kids, three sweatshirts, and 6 shoes back out to the car. strap in ethan and rylan, and clean caden out in the middle of the parking lot, (since the back of the car is filled with stuff to go to the storage unit). strap a naked caden in. drive home.

today, is definitely not a good day. lets hope for a better one tomorrow.