This is originally a letter I started writing to Phil while he is gone hunting this weekend...it just also started sounding like a blog, so I thought I'd finish it here.
So, I'm writing this, not to complain, but because it's been a long, hard day and I just need an outlet at this point.
My day started at 1 a.m. - I'd stayed up late watching a deliciously cheesy RomCom on Hulu (I know I should have gone to bed hours before, but it's rare I get time to myself like this...) Anyways, I was about to turn the computer off, when Oakley came out of his room, still mostly asleep. He seemed like he just wanted to cuddle, so I just took him into bed with me where he somehow managed to take up about 3/4 of the bed. Not long after we'd settled in, Elliot woke up and I just stuck the bottle in his mouth, and he thankfully went back to sleep.
About 3:30 a.m. Oliver woke me up by having all the lights in the main part of the house on, and by the sound of his feet running in circles on the blankets that were on the living room floor. Turns out, this was just what he thought was the next natural step after wetting his bed. So, I changed him, but too tired to change his bed, I just took him to bed with me which was feeling smaller by the minute.
Of course, not long after, Elliot woke up and needed a fresh bottle.
Oliver stayed asleep cuddling with me until almost 7:30 when Oakley woke us up and, surprise, Elliot was hungry yet again.
The next hour and a half wasn't too bad. Made waff-waffs (toaster waffles) for the boys while they watched "Wallace and Grommit" and I caught up on some e-mails and Facebook. A slight migraine was on the horizon, but didn't fully develop until the boys started bickering the way they do.
I got dressed so I could go get Tylenol out of my car, and waiting for it to kick in, I finally got around to making myself breakfast (Eggs in a Basket, which was new for me) The pills never felt like they kicked in, which was the opposite of what I needed today.
Lunch was Chicken Noodle Soup, because I was too bleary eyed to make a "real" lunch, and because it's something the kids like and they eat it quickly. They were fighting over everything and I suspected lack of sleep had a hand in the matter. All of them took a nap, which I was super excited about. So excited, I decided to tackle the mountain of laundry on the couch (About 7-8 loads worth, I'd guess....) It took forever to get everything sorted and folded due to my ever present migraine, but I got most of it done by 3:30, when I had planned to get ready to go to T.V. day at Amy's. By four, the boys were still not up, so I told Amy and Mon that I'd just stay home in an attempt to avoid the crankiness the boys usually display after being woken up from a nap.
Not only did I miss the one things I was really looking forward to this weekend, but the kids woke up almost as cranky as they'd been before their nap. Grr.
So, Oliver picked "Bee Movie" while I made a requested Mac 'n Cheese for dinner, and at least the older two were in better moods for a while after that. Elliot was fussing, but only from being momentarily ignored and hungry. The boys thought that clinking their miniature Coke glasses was absolutely hilarious, until mean old Mom took them away because I was afraid they were doing it too hard and would end up shattering glass all over.
On a somewhat side note, the house is completely trashed. Some of it is controlled chaos like the piles of laundry, and some of it is... well, not so controlled. It's driving me up the wall, but my options are 1.) Clean it now and have Oliver and Oakley undo any progress as they follow me in a trail of destruction, or 2.) Stay up late after the boys go to bed. Both of those options suck. Even if I had the money to hire a maid to help me right now, I think I'd be too ashamed to let them in the door. It's not like the house hasn't been this messy before, it been much worse, but it's really feeling overwhelming right now. The boys have strewn those tiny Lincoln Logs everywhere, their Thomas train tracks are taking over, and at least three different sets of blocks and some play dough adorn my carpet. (I've since made them pick up these things before they went to bed, FYI)
It's just not been a great day. My least favourite part, is the one person I really want to talk to, who would understand, doesn't have cell service while out hunting. I feel badly that I semi-unloaded on Amy via texts today....
So now the kids are in bed (and it sounds like they've actually gone to sleep without any raucous!) so I can choose to either do some much needed house work, or try to relax (I still have this stupid migraine) and take a bath and just read or something....
Choices, choices.
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