One of those days...

Well, it's been a while. It's that time again, I have too much on my mind and somehow, blogging always makes me feel better and clears my mind.

Although I'm not at liberty to share half the things I get to experience/go through these days, this is one of those days and I don't know whether I want to laugh or cry.

Ronny's on call this week, which means he's at work from 11:30-8:30pm, and then whenever he gets called out, he must leave and go out. The other night, he was called out at 3am to some type of a spill out in the gulf.

Must I say more?

This makes the days LONG for me.

Today, I thought I'd take the boys to Ikea and then to H-mart (Korean supermarket) to kill some time and actually have some fun while at it. I promised the kids some Ikea hotdogs, ice cream cone and cinnamon roll. We all shouted for joy and began our adventures. I love treating the kids to yummy things, and I love sharing 'fun' experiences with them.

Well, not to focus on the 'bad' things, but the thing I look forward to most at Ikea, their childcare was DOWN. Closed due to not enough workers. GREAT.

Okay, I can do this. Two kids around the store isn't too bad, I tell myself and carry on.

Who needs Ikea's daycare anyway?

So we begun our adventure.

Didn't get too far.

Jaiden was having a fit. Standing in his cart, whining, trying to jump out of it, then crying about something and anything he could think of....

a few time outs and chats later, I was done.

Things calmed down a bit, so we decided we'd get lunch.

We stood in line and got our food.

I looked around.

"umm...where's your eating area?"

the eating area that was to the left of the food vending area was completely gone.

"You can go upstairs" the cashier said.

I looked down at myself JUST TO MAKE SURE I wasn't invisible to this lady.

TWO TODDLERS (one child trying to burst away from my gripping hand to run away with his ice cream cone), two hot dogs, a soda cup, a cinnamon roll, and a bag of chips all in my arms/hands/whatever I had to hold on to all this.

"there's plenty of room upstairs"

YOU WANT ME TO TAKE ALL THIS BACK UPSTAIRS?

you're out of your mind, lady.

I found a bench in front of the child care and sat there with the kids while all passerby-ers looked on, kids whining to their moms "i want that!!"

I was ready to fight back if anyone told us we couldn't eat there.

No one did. (lol)

At Ikea, I took the boys to the potty three times (Jaiden's potty training and has an extremely small bladder)

Trying to still have a good time, I rolled out to our next stop, H-mart.

Before I began shopping, I took the boys to the potty...again.

Now to start shopping for food! I was excited.

no more than 5 minutes into it, Jaiden said "Potty!"

so back we went, through the crowded eatery and the super narrow hallway to the bathrooms.

A man was now cleaning the Women's bathroom.

Go figure.

I don't care.

I barged in and took Jaiden in.

tinkle....drip.

that's it?!

Back out to the store grounds

5 minutes into it, 'POO POO!"

so back we went to the potty, running this time.

"sit down! hurry! now you can go potty!"

I sat Jaiden down.

........

nothing.

instead, Jaiden fell into the toilet.

AAAHHHH!!!

fishing him out, I cleaned him up.

in the end, nothing.

back out on the floor....

5 minutes later, ready to check out, Jaiden said "poo poo!!"

it's loud and I'm embarrassed, but it's better than him having an accident. THEN I'd be embarrassed. I take him again to the bathroom.

Nothing.

That's one thing you can't just tell them "no, you're lying." better to be safe than sorry.

I finally get out of there.

The kids fall asleep as I turned off at our exit.

Too funny.

We get home and I put them in their rooms for some quiet time for all of us.

Haaa....now to deal with reality. I sit and think. Pray hard and think some more for other challenges I'm dealing with right now.

"POTTY!!!"

Jaiden shouts from the top of the stairs and I yell back "GO GOOO!!"

and then I forget he was up there....

I run upstairs when I remembered that the little booger was up there.

It was too late.

Gag reflexes kicking in aside, I was greeted by the owner of a "proud" naked buns.

I took a look at him.

I breathed some more and held my breath.

I looked across at the brown smudges everywhere.

I looked back at the beaming little thing.

I wanted to cry.

How could I get mad at such a thing?

And yet, I wanted to just break down and cry.

Poop was everywhere. The training toilet, the floor, the 'grown-up' toilet, the bathtub, and ALL OVER Jaiden.

The smell was nauseating.

The sight was enough to make me cry and run away, quit this job.

I got down on my knees and began scrubbing.

I bathed the little kid.

I thought;

Dear Heavenly Father, I sure do hope I'm reaping some excellent Heavenly rewards up there...cuz some days, I sure don't know what I'm doing or how I'm going to do it yet another day...

How i love my children.

but OH how hard it is to be a mom.

oh how hard it is to be a mom....