I have to admit, it was a rough day. Starting with the kids dumping all the money out of one piggie bank to put into another. The jingling of $20+ in change is not a pleasant sound to wake up to unless you are Scrooge McDuck.
From there the day seemed to improve (see earlier post) but at about 4pm everything went downhill. There's something about the two hours between 4 and 6 that turns my children into wild, crazed whiney creatures.
The toy room was trashed and the twins had taken down some toys off the top shelf that are "permission first and only if the rest of the toy room is clean." They didn't ask and it wasn't clean so twentysome Mr. Potato Head parts, 50+ wooden blocks, and a gazillion Hot Wheel cars were mixed into the disaster. It kinda looked like a bomb had gone off inside a Toys R Us store.
While I was trying to make dinner and yelling "Clean up!" down to the toy room every few minutes, Zach developed a headache. These tend to happen when he doesn't want to do something or his sisters are bugging him, both scenarios probably qualified at the time. So he moaned about it constantly which in turn gave me a headache. Magically his headache disappeared after the toy room was clean and he had dinner. Mine however still isn't budging, I'm thinking about attacking it with Tylenol and vodka. (But as a rule I don't drink alone and the cat's at college.)
Let's see, what else? Oh the final straw this evening was when Kyle went potty by himself. He's been insisting on doing it alone lately and he's usually decent at it. However I forgot that after dinner, he goes number 2. So while I was cleaning up the kitchen, I heard a sort of scared, "Mommy!?!" and immediately thought, "Where's Kyle?" I found him upstairs with a handful of poop. To which I correctly responded "Shit!" very loudly and frightened him to tears. Oops, hope he doesn't repeat that one. On further investigation, he had stopped up my toilet with toilet paper and poop. And smeared a little on the floor and bath mat and my bedroom carpet. All of this happened in about 5 seconds, I swear kids don't follow the same time laws that the rest of us do. I couldn't find the plunger, Greg wasn't answering his cell phone, life was just getting better and better. Long story short: cleaned up Kyle, cleaned up floor and carpets, shed a few tears of my own, prayed to the toilet gods and the toilet fixed itself after a few flushes.
8pm bedtime is the only reason I'm still semi-sane. That and chocolate. A little bit of chocolate will fix any problem. You'll notice that Kelly wasn't mentioned at all in the above, she was almost a perfect angel except for a little grumbling this morning because of a tooth coming in. All she wanted was a snuggle then and snuggles are another good cure for bad days.
Good news: Comments should be back this weekend in some shape or form according to the Blog Speak guy. I also listed a couple of new eBay paper piecings (link in the right hand column) and made about $25 so far. About another $15 is guaranteed this week. Now I'll probably take a hot bubble bath and go to bed. I was planning to scrapbook but the day stressed me out too much to be creative. *sigh*
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