Tuesday, October 9, 2012

What a day...

It started last night with horrible, long, exhausting dreams about Betty White. I woke up tired and cranky, made my dear hubby lunch and tried to sit outside and knit for a bit before all the kidlets woke up, only to have Fiona wake up after I knitted maybe 5 stitches. Slowly but surely the other kids began to trickle into the living room, all demanding food and drink (like they haven't eat for 10 hours or something). Grouchy and irritated I made them brown sugar, cinnamon biscuits with honey, some bacon and fresh fruit. I had cold tuna salad (blasted Whole30 diet!). And then some how, with the energy that only small children seem to have, they destroyed the house. Dolls, dishes, clothing, cars, boats, play silks, blocks, books, etc, etc ended up all over the house. In a five minute time period Fiona single handedly pulled all her dolls out on to the floor, flung her clothes all over the room, took a left over biscuit and crumbled it on the hall floor, and drew on her legs with a pen the boys left on the floor in the dining room. Most days this doesn't bother me, I am so much like a duck... it is just water off my back, but today, today it left me in tears. Sobbing and yelling "Why?Why?Why? Can't you children ever NOT make a mess???" They all look at me like I have lost my mind, their eyes saying "Well, you silly mama, of course we can't!"
I want a cookie so bad it actually hurts, or maybe just some yogurt with a wee bit of honey and some fresh fruit. Instead I will probably just eat some spinach, which seriously IS NOT THE SAME!
The day can only get better right? Maybe I will go clean something.


Tracey said...

Oh you poor dear, yes, it's going to get better. And you need to remember the words of Scarlett O'Hara, "I'm not going to think about that right now, tomorrow is another day"! [[hugs]] to you.

Amanda said...

Oh dear, I feel for you! I think we've all had days like that.