I am sorry to say this is not going to be the most upbeat post.
It was not a good day and so I am going to whine just a little bit.
I woke up to a screaming girl crying that she was wet, which meant a peed bed again. We have been having this problem once a week for the past month. I did finally buy a waterproof cover tonight. She of course refused to admit she had peed her bed and continued to yell at me as I threw her in the bath. Isaac was yelling at me about his clothes not being completely dry and Rebecca was yelling that she had nothing to wear -- which she did. By the time I got the kids to school I was ready to climb back in bed. At 8:45 I came home and fell on the couch only to have an immediate phone call from Isaac telling me he needed me to bring him another shirt because his friend had broken a glo stick and the fluid had squirted in Isaac's eye. They had pushed Isaac underneath the emergency shower in the science room and he was now soaked. I still had not eaten breakfast and I am one grouchy person without breakfast. Isaac said to take my time and so I did, only to arrive at the school to find a freezing soaking Isaac who thought it was all a big adventure. There seems to be some missing holes in his tale but that is his story and he is sticking to it. Hours later I picked my kids up and they immediately picked up where they had left off by having a yelling match with each other. I chimed in with my very loud voice and told them they could just knock it off or they were going to be doing chores the rest of the night. It is amazing how nice they got. Let's just say today was not my shining moment of patient, loving motherhood. I was ready to head for the hills by dinner time.
Sob Story #2
I have this beautiful formal dress in my favorite plum shade of purple. I consider it my cruise dress. Since we are going on a cruise in February I thought I better try it on. Sunday I tried it on to find that yes it fit everywhere but where I have gained 15 or more pounds. That thing just won't zip past my bust anymore. I am bummed and now I have to lose all that weight.
Sad Story #3
My little Becca informed me that she was privvy to a secret. She knew Santa was pretend. I asked her who told her this and she said it was me. I promptly told her I never said such a thing. "OK. I saw someone writing 'from Santa' on a present last year." My heart fell to pieces. I don't know where she saw this but I am heartbroken that she hasn't believed in Santa since she was six. That is too young for all that magic to go away. I tried to backpedal but it was too late and she is my too practical child.
OK I promise my next post will be more upbeat. I just had a few things to get off my chest. Hmm I wonder if my dress will fit better now.
4 comments:
Cody caught me writing "From Santa" on a present last year, so I told him that Santa didn't have time to wrap all the presents he gives to everyone, so the parents have to wrap for Santa. This worked like I said last year, but he knows the truth this year. We are in the same boat now, with only one child left that "believes" :(
I remember my mom telling us all the time that she had to wrap presents for Santa because he was too busy. It totally fooled me as well.
Sorry you had such a bad day! I know the feeling. It stinks!
Oh dear! What a week/day. I am glad you vented. It makes me feel better. I wanted to give all my children away all week, especially today before church. I guess I'll keep em since I spent all that money on them for Christmas.
What sad stories. The later being the saddest! Oh well life happens :)
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