Stuck
That's how I feel today. Stuck in this house of crying children. Stuck (literally) was my car this morning when I couldn't make it up my driveway for the foot or more of snow blocking me out, leaving me no option but to park on the street next to a huge snow bank. I hefted Lucy and Miles (in carseat) over the bumpy, thick snowland on foot and we f..i...n...a...l..l...y made it inside our warm house.
Then, within seconds of each other, Finn peed in a puddle on the floor in front of the heater vent (he just couldn't wait to go) and Lucy shattered a glass on the kitchen floor. (Oh, and small detail: Miles was screaming this whole time).
I've decided the initial urgent rush when we walk in the door- the shedding of boots, coats, hats- is the most annoying, intense time of the day. (Maybe it has something to do with our tiny back hallway....sometimes I wish I were a midget in this house).
So, it's been one of those days. It seems like there has not been an interruption in the crying all afternoon and I keep thinking, "When are they going to bed?" And, what is it about preschoolers thinking they can talk in high-pitched voices and disobey you?
Oh, and did I mention we've been issued a Winter Storm Advisory? If only my groceries were bought and put away instead of still sitting on the store shelves waiting for me to buy them...
If only...if only...if only....I guess I'm being pathetic today. But, everybody has these days and I hope that means that tomorrow will be better. If not because I managed to slodge through this day, because it will be Lucy's second birthday!
Stay tuned if you want to be in on all of that action!
4 comments:
i'm with you. I think the "walking in the door" part of the day is the worst...it's chaotic, and I always feel everything has to be done all at once (groceries brought in/ put away / help kids go potty / control the shoe chaos / stop the kid punching/ house needs to be picked up). it's no fun
We're on the same page today. Except I'm rained in and you're snowed in.
Speaking of midgets, when we were in the Philipines two years ago there was a restaurant called The Hobbit. I wanted to try it and when we ate there we realized why it was named "The Hobbit,"--all of the waiters were midgets. It's things like that which make foreign countries great. The ACLU would never allow that in the States.
Sorry about your bad day. I remember that frustrating feeling when I was in the midwest! The cold there stinks! You will be done there before you know it.
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