Post by richzep on Mar 7, 2017 16:16:07 GMT -5
What does this go under? Randoms, confessions, check in?? I don't care. I'm venting right here.
One of my 18 month old twins woke up around midnight crying. Took me forever to go back to sleep. My 3 year old woke up at 3:30 to pee. I could not go back to sleep. So I've been up since then.
My husband left around 7:30 and my 3 year old lost his damn mind. I've never seen him like that. He was inconsolable for like an hour.
DD spent the morning crying to be picked up (per her usual clingy self).
DS2 got into my make up.
Was trying to take them to a playground but couldn't manage to get them ready to get out of the house. So we went to the store instead because I needed food.
Put the twins in a double cart and they immediately start kicking each other and screaming. DS1 was pushing his own mini cart. Suddenly he had to pee. He's been potty trained for less than 2 weeks. We bolted to the super clean bathroom in the back of the store. I'm yelling at him to hold it not that he knows what that means or has much control. He's trying to run while maneuvering his cart (pretty unsuccessfully). We get to the bathroom and I rush him in leaving both carts and the twins outside. (Give me my mom of the year award already). He pees barely getting any in the actual bowl. I wash our hands, with my foot holding the door open, so I can make sure nobody has kidnapped the twins (although they would have probably returned them pretty immediately upon realizing they're total lunatics).
Continue shopping. Right when I finish paying, "mama, I have pee pee". What??? No more water for you!!
Rush back to the bathroom.
Finally get out. Put the kids in the car and they protest. Why? I don't know. Arching back. Kicking. Screaming. I can't figure it out. I bribe them with Mac and cheese as soon as we get home.
They're playing outside while I make the super healthy food. My daughter is at my legs wanting to be carried. I'm about to accidentally spill boiling water on her because she won't let me move. I finally carry her and finishing cooking one handed when DS1 walks in and said he shit in his pants. Whoever said potty training was easier than diapers can bite me.
Change and clean him. Set up food outside. They all sit. I run inside to get their waters and yep, DS2 has thrown his entire plate on the floor. And had we been inside, he def would have eaten his lunch off the floor. But no. We're outside. And the older one isn't eating anyway so I just switched plates.
Get them cleaned up and take them upstairs to nap where we protest yet again.
After about an hour of no sleeping from my oldest and calling me in to pee, poop, complain, etc. I said get out. I don't even care. Go outside and play and don't make any noise.
The dishes are piled high from the breakfast and lunch that nobody ate. The floor is crackers and goldfish that have been stepped on (probably intentionally).
Have you ever had one of those days where you just can't win? The twins better be down for like a 3 hour nap or something because I'm going to need some energy to get through the second half of my day.
Sorry for the ridiculously long post. It's just been one of those days where I feel like I'm drowning. I do stop and think that just 4 short years ago, I would have killed for this to be my life. But right now, I just need some tequila.
One of my 18 month old twins woke up around midnight crying. Took me forever to go back to sleep. My 3 year old woke up at 3:30 to pee. I could not go back to sleep. So I've been up since then.
My husband left around 7:30 and my 3 year old lost his damn mind. I've never seen him like that. He was inconsolable for like an hour.
DD spent the morning crying to be picked up (per her usual clingy self).
DS2 got into my make up.
Was trying to take them to a playground but couldn't manage to get them ready to get out of the house. So we went to the store instead because I needed food.
Put the twins in a double cart and they immediately start kicking each other and screaming. DS1 was pushing his own mini cart. Suddenly he had to pee. He's been potty trained for less than 2 weeks. We bolted to the super clean bathroom in the back of the store. I'm yelling at him to hold it not that he knows what that means or has much control. He's trying to run while maneuvering his cart (pretty unsuccessfully). We get to the bathroom and I rush him in leaving both carts and the twins outside. (Give me my mom of the year award already). He pees barely getting any in the actual bowl. I wash our hands, with my foot holding the door open, so I can make sure nobody has kidnapped the twins (although they would have probably returned them pretty immediately upon realizing they're total lunatics).
Continue shopping. Right when I finish paying, "mama, I have pee pee". What??? No more water for you!!
Rush back to the bathroom.
Finally get out. Put the kids in the car and they protest. Why? I don't know. Arching back. Kicking. Screaming. I can't figure it out. I bribe them with Mac and cheese as soon as we get home.
They're playing outside while I make the super healthy food. My daughter is at my legs wanting to be carried. I'm about to accidentally spill boiling water on her because she won't let me move. I finally carry her and finishing cooking one handed when DS1 walks in and said he shit in his pants. Whoever said potty training was easier than diapers can bite me.
Change and clean him. Set up food outside. They all sit. I run inside to get their waters and yep, DS2 has thrown his entire plate on the floor. And had we been inside, he def would have eaten his lunch off the floor. But no. We're outside. And the older one isn't eating anyway so I just switched plates.
Get them cleaned up and take them upstairs to nap where we protest yet again.
After about an hour of no sleeping from my oldest and calling me in to pee, poop, complain, etc. I said get out. I don't even care. Go outside and play and don't make any noise.
The dishes are piled high from the breakfast and lunch that nobody ate. The floor is crackers and goldfish that have been stepped on (probably intentionally).
Have you ever had one of those days where you just can't win? The twins better be down for like a 3 hour nap or something because I'm going to need some energy to get through the second half of my day.
Sorry for the ridiculously long post. It's just been one of those days where I feel like I'm drowning. I do stop and think that just 4 short years ago, I would have killed for this to be my life. But right now, I just need some tequila.
