It was a bad day….
It started waking up in my daughter’s twin bed for the umpteenth time this week because she woke up multiple times in the night and it was easier to stay in her bed with her.
Then I went downstairs to find dear husband made breakfast for himself but not the kids.
Next my son cried crocodile tears all morning over every. little. thing. Also he must be growing because he whined for more food every hour.
After lunch I couldn’t get Netflix to stream the kids’ show from my phone to the tv like we normally do.
So we went outside. Fresh air cures all!
Except when it doesn’t.
My son was still crying crocodile tears over every. tiny. thing.
It was contagious and my daughter starting crying crocodile tears too. “Mommy, too high [on the swing]!” “No, Mommy! Now I’m slowing down!!!”
I couldn’t do anything right. I sat down on the playhouse bench. “Mommy needs a time out,” I declared.
Universe, please help me stay calm with my kids even though I feel like I can’t stand even one more whine.
We wandered over to visit our chickens and the kids started to calm down. I started to calm down too.
We found milkweed pods and planted them in our field for the butterflies. We were all a little happier.
We went inside for yet another snack…. Happier still.
Finally they were happy enough to play together in the living room while I started cooking a delicious soup in the kitchen.
Then my mom popped over for a visit. She played with the kids and we had a little chat.
Back to normal.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my gig as a stay at home mom, and most days are good. But some days this sh** is hard! (sorry for the profanity, but science shows that swearing relieves stress and pain.)