Today was packed! Monica was awake from 2:30 to 4:00am – teething I think. I woke up late trying to catch up on sleep and hit the ground running.
I started the yearly clothes swap today, ya know putting all of the winter clothes away and bringing all the summer ones out. That is ALWAYS a stressful job for me. It seems that no matter how careful I am, at some point whomever’s bedroom I’m working in ends up looking like an atomic bomb detonated. I don’t handle mess well. Monica’s socks, bibs, shoes, jammies, dresses, sweat pants, and various jackets were oozing out of everywhere!! Unfortunately, the mess didn’t just stay in her bedroom, I decided to iron her clothes as well and the explosion moved to the living room. There were constant interruptions and sippy cup refills during the clean-up mission.
I had to have everything cleaned up by 3:15 before my piano students arrived. I barely made it but I did get things fairly cleaned up and after piano made a mad dash to Wal-mart and then home to cook supper.
All of those jobs would have made for a very full but non-stressful day had my kids been the little angels I’ve raised them to be- wink=). I don’t have any funny stories about them but it seemed that everything I told them to do translated in their minds to do the opposite.
Added to the listening handicap they seemed to have developed, our bubble machine decided to stop working. Eli was terribly determined that it WOULD be fixed. I spent way too much time, washing and trying to repair that thing. I even bought the $8.00 Gazillion bubble mix that the Typhoon Gazillion Bubble maker claims must be used. Nope- it still wouldn’t work. Eli was sad and Monica too… Everything was traumatic after I declared the bubble maker dead. Both of the kidos at one point during supper making were at my feet crying for one thing or another. Aghhhhhhhh!!!!!
By the time Steven got home tonight I was about ready put an add in the paper that my children would be available for pick-up to the first caller. Ever felt that way? I was so tired. I was to that mommy point (please don’t tell me I’m alone in this) that when Steven came over to hug me I shot him a look and said “Don’t touch me!” It wasn’t his fault… However, he graciously did not react but told me after he mowed the lawn I needed to be prepared to leave the house.
Well I didn’t actually leave BUT I did go outside and plant a whole row of canna’s along the outside of the house. I wasn’t interrupted one time!! There was a soft breeze blowing and the smell of fresh cut grass was terribly therapeutic. I stayed out way past dark. It was around 8:45 when I came in. I gave Steven a little bit of an embarrassed smile and the big hug he asked for earlier. I’m so glad he knew what I needed!
On days like today I look back and wish I was more of a superwoman – undaunted by nothing, especially the mundane. But since I’m not, and bubble makers and inattentive children GET to me I’m just going to end it being grateful for an understanding husband and God’s gift of gentle breezes and springtime…. Now off to bed!
