I had one of those days.
Let me start by saying, tackling one of these days on three hours of sleep is just plain cruel. But that's how it started. I woke up, after falling asleep sometime around midnight, at 3am. I couldn't get comfy, couldn't get my brain to shut off, couldn't sleep anymore. Ugh.
After Kyle left for work, I climbed back into bed (I had migrated to the couch so at least ONE of us could get some sleep) and snuggled down. Oh so comfy. Oh so cozy. Oh so asle -- why is my daughter awake. An hour early? And unless my ears deceive me, I think I hear the kicking of little toddler feet in a crib. *sigh*
After getting the kids dressed and propped them in front of Disney Junior, I go and get ready. Pony-tail, brush teeth, wash face, deodorant. I then remember that I should now be below 180! I've been losing weight steadily, and I've been waiting for this day. The day before I was 180. I've been trying to break 180 for months. I'm ready for some good -- WHAT?! I GAINED A POUND AND A HALF!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Kyle's grandmother had, thank God, said she would take Chase for me so I only had one monster to keep up with. Being as they were up at 7am, and I couldn't take him over until 10am, Chase decided to share with me the song of his people. Screaming, shrieking, and throwing toys at his sister. Loosely translated, I know my mom is an easy target today and I'm going to take full advantage. Poo on you kid.
Get to grandma's. He drops to the floor and cries, clinging to me for dear life. Really, dude? Now that I'm sending you to hang out with your favorite people in the whole world, you want to love me? Not-uh. Bye. I love you. I love you so much. But I'm going to run away now.
(Rumor has it, about 30 seconds after I left, he was asking for chocolate milk and cartoons. Go figure.)
Go to Wal-Mart and pick up the stuff we need for the rest of the week. Formula, baby wipes, diaper pail refills, batteries, printer ink, and envelopes. Go to check out. Card is denied. Um... say what cashier lady? *slide card again* Denied. I checked my account not two hours ago. There's plenty in there AND I just paid for gas with that same card. *cheeks turning red* Okay, let me call my husband. After a half hour, I give up as Skylar needs a diaper change and wants a bottle. By the time I get home, Kyle calls and tells me he fixed everything. I'm good to go.
Excellent. Just in time to order Chinese food. I figured if I gained weight, I was going to make it count.
I get Skylar down for a nap and get some work on the blog done. As I finish up and get ready to lay down for a nap, what do you know, Skylar wakes up. *bangs head on wall*
Kyle gets home, grabs Skylar, and goes to pick up Chase while I go back to Wal-Mart to get the stuff from earlier and then jet off to Kohl's to use my Kohl's cash on a carry-on bag. I had found one online that I loved, and the store I was heading to said they had it.
I go to the next nearest store...
After an hour driving and searching, I give up and start the 30 min drive back home. Five minutes from the house, I realize something just awful.
I forgot the damn formula for Skylar. I lay my head on the steering wheel, sob for a minute at a red light, and turn around to go BACK to Wal-Mart to pick up the formula.
Is it my bedtime yet?
Kyle had ordered in pizza because he didn't want to make me cook (another reason I love that man). As I'm eating my stuffed crust pepperoni pizza, I'm watching Skylar crawl, scoot, and walk across the living room. She was giggling, talking, babbling, and making me laugh.
Bless this kid's heart. I don't know how she does that. I don't know how either of them do that. Despite the fact that I'm literally fighting to stay awake, all they have to do is give me a cute face and I'm all smiles. It's just dirty fighting I tell ya!
In that moment though, I'm hopeful. Even though I only have a couple hours left in my day, they don't look so terrible. I know that those last couple hours will be filled with Chase's bedtime giggles, Skylar's bedtime cuddles, and Kyle's strong arms wrapping me up and keeping me safe.
Horrible days happen. Sometimes more often than we like. But it's when we sit down, shut up, and just be with our families that we start feeling better. I'm always amazed by how easy it is for me to feel okay with a day straight from Satan's butt when I watch my kids laugh and play. These two crazies of mine must have magical powers. They just know when I need to laugh, and that's when I laugh the hardest.
So yes, it's bedtime. But I'll go to bed with a smile on my face knowing I have an amazing husband, wonderful kids, and that tomorrow is a new day...
Lord help whoever ruins tomorrow though...