Someone asked me today, "Hi, how's your day going?" Naturally, I gave the obligatory reply, "fine." But, do you want me to be honest? It's not going well. Here's why:
** Jayce (and Grayson) had a very difficult time sleeping last night. He was up and moving around in bed until for at least an hour after he went to bed. Around 11:30, he woke up screaming. I went in to check on him, and he'd pooped. I changed his diaper (he still wears diapers to bed because, well, he's not really potty trained at all - but that's beside the point), and tried to get him back to sleep. Then, Jayce woke up at 12:30am screaming. I went in again, and he told me that he'd had a bad dream about a tall, scary man. Ok... I tried to get him back to sleep, and he told me that his teeth were hurting him. I finally decided to give him a little bit of Motrin (you know, in case his teeth were actually hurting, and so that the kid would sleep!!), and left him to go to sleep. I finally went to bed at about 1:30 in the morning. At 3:45am, I awoke to the sound of children giggling and jumping and pounding on our shared wall. I was mad! I went into the boys room and I found Jayce IN the crib with Grayson, along with a myriad of things from around the room. I have no clue how he got in there, I just know they were standing at the end of the crib jumping and laughing. A spanking, a firm talking-to, several hugs and kisses, and many tears later, the boys were back in their respective beds, and I was sleeping somewhat-soundly in my own. (Thank God for a wonderful husband who allowed me to sleep in much later than I should have because he did work last night...)
** I decided to run some errands this morning, including an intended-short trip to WalMart. If you choose to shop at this store (and I do because it's cheap for certain items), do not go there on a Saturday morning! The place was packed with (rude) people, and it was nearly impossible to navigate with one child riding, one child walking.
** With my lunch today, I decided to have a large glass of caffeine-infused Diet Pepsi, because, well, I needed a little bit of a pick-me-up. Jayce had finished his lunch, and I got him down and sent him to the back room before taking a nap. While I was trying to get him to come over to me, so I could help him get dressed for bed, he ignored me and pulled a library book off of the table. The very book my full glass of soda was sitting on (with a coaster, because I didn't want to get the book wet, you know). The cup spilled all over the table, soaking ads, coupons, paperwork, and library books. I was livid! Not only because of the spill, but because of the direct disobedience that led to the spill.
** While I was cleaning up the mess that Jayce made, Grayson kept on giving me the sign for "all done". I went over to help get him cleaned up, and he went back to eating. So, I left him to clean up the rest of the mess. All of a sudden, I hear a gagging sound, and I look over at Grayson, and it would appear my bulimic baby is back. His hand was down his throat, and he was gagging. I told him to stop, just one second too late. Up came his lunch, macaroni and cheese with corn, green beans, Craisins, and milk. I really hate to give you a description of what it looked like, but it really makes the story: it looked exactly like cheesy-broccoli soup. Bet you can't guess what I was having for lunch today... Cheesy-broccoli soup!!
** So, I sit down to my computer to write about the horrible day I've been having, and what do I read about? Sick babies in need of dangerous surgery. Cowards who used guns to settle problems they had, and the heroes who rallied to save those around them. A mom struggling with taking care of her preemie baby and the financial problems that surround her family. A precious little girl who is dying of cancer.
Really, my problems aren't that bad. I can deal with the lack of sleep, the messes, the cranky kids. I am so blessed to have my children healthy and safe. Here, with me. I am so blessed because I have my health. I am so blessed to have a wonderful husband who often puts my needs before his own. I am so blessed to have wonderful family and friends. I am so blessed. I suppose seeing a little bit of reality for others has really put things into perspective.