Thursday, April 23, 2009

Bad Mommy Day

I know I am not the only one out there who has had one of these. It has been one of those days where, before I even got out of bed, I had made great and lofty goals to get the house clean, the laundry done, dinner in the crock-pot and maybe even finish a project or two. My children, however, had other plans and I am firmly convinced they held a war council and all agreed to try my patience and be as whiny and disobedient as possible. Jake started off the day with a healthy breakfast of fruit roll-ups and wearing a long sleeve shirt to school in 80 degree weather (backwards, my kids cannot seem to figure out that the tag... goes... In... The... BACK!), so that he came home hot, tired and hungry. Evie joined the campaign by promptly bursting into tears at every turn and deciding that she absolutely cannot live another day with out a pair of flip-flops, and I am the meanest mother on record for not dropping everything to run to the store for said flip-flops. Lila has been inconsolable unless eating. Plus last night while I was feeding the baby, the 2 year old spilled half a cup of soda on the table, chair, floor and herself. And while my dear husband undertook to clean up our daughter he left the 5 year old to clean up the floor. So this morning I had a lake-sized pond of pop under my table that had hardened to a gelatinous state trapping crumbs, dirt and small mammals. First I had to mop up that disgusting mess, then sweep, then mop floor again. During the 45 minutes that took the baby is screaming her head off and the older two decide that my living room is a great place to practice their circus routine, ultimately ending in a picture being knocked off the mantle and mommy losing all reason. Using the scariest mommy voice in my repertoire, they were ordered to bed until further notice. After 5 minutes or so, I had calmed down enough to realize they hadn't had lunch so I gathered a bowl of grapes, some cheese sticks, crackers and Capri Suns and took them into Evie's room to find the two of them huddled in bed with their arms about each other quietly sniffling. (It warmed my heart to see them comforting each other, even if the thing they needed comfort from was me.) I gave them the food and threatened dire consequences if they didn't eat quickly and then lay down for naps.

10 minutes later...


I guess I'm scarier than I realized.

7 comments:

Sarah said...

Wow, sorry you had a hard day. I am impressed that your scary mommy voice works though. I think I need a new one...mine just gets tuned out.

Lawson Family said...

Holy Moly! If that wasn't reality, I think I would laugh at the "one thing after another" detail! Here's to early bedtime and a good bath!

Elena Loo said...

Sounds like a rough day. Sorry! Dave said you had knitting class though - hopefully that was fun!

here's to a better day!

Kamra said...

But Chrissy.... .they're so cute! How could you possibly get mad? LOL! Believe me, I remember those days! Before you know it though, they will be grown up having babies of their own... it goes by way too fast! Enjoy every day with these cutie patooties!

Love Aunt Kami

Sandra & Brent said...

I'm telling ya, Chrissy, no one evokes memories of being a young mommy, for me, like you do! Your pain, at this stage of the game, is MY entertainment. Thanks for a good laugh! Just remember . . . this too will pass! I love your blog and I love YOU. Sandra

Emilie said...

Sigh. It happens to the best of us.

rhaskett said...

Chrissy,

I just want you to know that between your blog and Robert Kirby's column I am able to keep my sanity. I promise some day you will wish they were little again. You have the cutest kids - well - besides mine.

Robert