And How Was Your Day?

Ok, I've had enough. I'm tired, I have a headache, and I am seriously considering joining the circus just to get away from home.

This morning I straightened the house, did laundry, put away laundry, made beds, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the floors, made calls, completed some surveys, and actually took time to make myself presentable. And this was my morning "off". There's never an "off". Never....ever...

This afternoon I pick up one child, come home eat lunch, then pick up the other child, make "room mom" plans, go to an outside birthday party (it's freezing!) with a screaming toddler, go to Taco Bell for our free tacos, then come home. This brings us to 5:30. Now, things get hectic.

I run my neighbor's mail over to him. He's been on a cruise. (sigh) Anyway, when I get back to the house, my son is screaming for help to undo his pants. Before I can completely help, he says, "Oh, no - here it comes." And he was right. He soaked his pants, then pulled them down (I think they were starting to stick to him) and proceeded to pee in my entryway. It just kept going and going...like it was hooked to an Energizer battery. Finally, he was done and we both just stood and looked at this pond he created.

Then, I heard my daughter fuss and realized she was still in the golf cart. (I was standing in the garage just a few feet from her -not a big deal.) Before I went to get her, I took my rug and his wet pants and just scooped them into the washer. I sent him up to change. Then, I just set them both down at the table to eat a taco while I cleaned the floors.

Then, I cleaned the floors again. A toddler...a taco...it was bound to happen. What's bad is that she would look right at me while I was mopping up pee and drop pieces of taco on the floor.

Moving on...

I get the floor cleaned up, the kids cleaned up, the table cleaned up, and I have the laundry running. So, I decide to start on dinner. I cut up the first avocado, went to pierce the big seed in the middle and the knife slipped. Yeah, I cut my hand. It hurt. So now I'm trying to stop this cut from bleeding and make dinner. Great.

I lean over to check on the kids and see my son push my daughter. Not hard, but still he pushed. I call him on it and send him to his room. "I hate you!" "I'm glad you cut your hand!" "I was having a good day until I saw you!" Oh, the joy of children. I am now mentally planning my hysterectomy...even if I have to perform it myself.

So, now it's 6:05. I am calling my husband on the cell begging him to somehow come home faster. Of course, he is working a little later than usual. It just keeps getting better.

I get dinner on the table. My husband comes home. We all eat. I clean up the children, the kitchen, and do more laundry. And, now...NOW, I have a few minutes until I need to go wash my hair. Busy day tomorrow, so I just want to do it now.

Busy day. Another busy day. If someone...ANYONE...asks me if I ever get bored at home or asks me what I do all day, then I am going to take my Swiffer and stick it so far up their butt that they will be able to use the handle to pick their nose.

And now I'm going to take some Tylenol.