Crab Apple

This morning was again, “one of those mornings” for me. My hormones have been all over the map since Molly was born. For the most part under control, but when the crab apple stuff comes on, it’s hard for me to hide it. That was me today… and yesterday… although yesterday I was better able to curb it. Today? Nope –

The morning consisted of Mikie whining and Jack egging on. Constant and incessant! I finally yelled at both of them to stop – and a few other words came flying out, and for a minute all was well. Then I’m hit with “Mom, I peed in my bed,” and “Mom, I want to eat breakfast right now, can’t we eat right now, I’m hungry now Mom,” and “where are our vitamins, I want my vitamin, can I have some juice, get me some juice…” Sheesh. And trying to be out the door by 8:55am (so I told myself), umm, try 9:15am before we were in the truck. We started out at 9:03am, but back in we came ‘cause Mikie had to go #2. Off we went to the children’s museum downtown – that was fun. The boys really enjoyed it and did well, they are finally at ages where they can do everything there and keep themselves entertained. I think we’d still be there now if it weren’t for lunch and naps! Come lunchtime we were ready to head to grab a bite with all our friends. To Burger King we headed and bam, the boys are climbing on things, banging into signs, dancing around, pulling on each other – I’m holding Molly’s carseat which seems to only get heavier by the minute, continually asking them to stop. I finally got to their eye level and explained to them WHY they needed to STOP. Then it’s my time to order, Jack is mad cause he doesn’t think I ordered him the right thing and Mikie keeps saying “I want chocolate milk! I want chocolate milk!” Arggggh! We sit down and with as much tension as I was feeling, my left shoulder felt like it was shredding inside (that’s where I’ve been holding my tension these days). Then Jack starts crying because Mikie apparently ate one of his nuggets. As we left, we get in the truck and wouldn’t you know, Jack has to go #2. Back in BK we head only to have them both have to “go” and neither could lock the door so I was standing outside the stalls holding both doors closed, all the while Molly is in her carseat asleep on the gross dirty floor. I was so grossed out! But there was no where else to put her! She’s sucha good baby, she did so well today you didn’t even know she was there. What a peanut – I could eat her up :) So a long story short, although I told you pretty much the whole story, I’m enjoying these few minutes to myself. Three minutes until Mol’s next bottle. Hope your morning ran smoother than mine :)