Hard day

I don't read enough about other mother's 'bad' days...

I wonder if I'm the only one who feels this way at times...

It's been a hard week, and it's only Tuesday.

I know.

I seem to be yelling a lot at the kids.

After all, it's the same things over and over again.

The spill-ings, the accidents, the poop on the walls, crayon and marker marks in the carpet, the changing of the diapers (a million times), wiping feces off the bathroom floors.

When I take the kids outside to get on their bikes, the little one goes "ding dong ditching" at random neighbor's homes so I have to run after him each time and set him back on his little red tricycle.

"No this, no that. No, not ever, no not never!"

That's all I feel I ever say anymore.

Then it's the "owee!! owee!"

the little one just stomped on and played in a mud hill. Or an ant hill, he couldn't decipher between the two.

While I frantically slap off the fire-y beasts and strip my toddler down in plain public's view, the older one and his friends are riding down someone's driveway at 50m/hr while a truck is heading towards us.

Who signed up for this? I sometimes think while I lay on the couch, just tired from the day.

Did I really understand what I was getting myself into?!

Ronny's been working long hours at the Coast Guard and not home to see the kids until they're in bed. "They're so cute" he says. :I

Yes, they're sure cute when they're SLEEPING! ha.

It's been rough.

I love my kids, but it's been tough.

I can't clean and my house is a disaster-or so I feel.

I can't cook--the meals become "peanut butter and jelly" sandwiches day in and day out.

It's all about learning to find the balance...

Then I run into a friend outside who had to endure me venting.

I promise that wasn't planned, it just spilled out, sorry Jill.

Then she took the kids.

Told me "go do something for yourself, something fun."

So what did I do?

cooked dinner.

And cleaned the kitchen.

I had to laugh.

I was happy.

Again,

I cleaned and cooked.

That made me happy.

Oh and I listened to music.

I guess it's the simple things in life.

It's writing in my blog,

it's listening to music.

It's bumping into a friend who's nice enough to know that I've reached my limits.

Dear children, know that I love you dearly.

It's just been a rough few days.

I wouldn't trade you or even sell you like I joke on facebook,

but I sure would like to strangle you two sometimes, oh and your father too.

:-)

I like venting.

If I were a man, this is how I looked all week so far.

Thanks Jill.

Count on me too.