It was one of those days, one where
you hope that your children (and husband) come down with a sudden allergic
reaction to the cat only so you can give them Benadryl and not feel guilty
about it. A nice little nap for everyone else in the family would have done mommy
a little good. I realize that sometimes it’s just not in the stars to have any
time for myself, but a little time to clean the kitchen or wipe down the
bathroom sinks would have been great.
Our day started a little late when after a late breakfast, Adam decided
that 11:30 AM would be a great time to begin our regular Sunday journey to
Menards. I warned him…I pleaded with him…”Maybe we should wait until after
lunch and naps to go to the store? I knew pulling the kids out of their normal
routine of lunch at noon then naps to follow was a perfect recipe for a
disastrous trip to town. You may be wondering about Adam’s response to my plea….
“I’m sick of planning our lives around the kids’ schedules. We can go now.” I
tried to be positive, and out the door we went.
Needless to say, our trip was
horrendous. Portions of this trip included Adam and I splitting up in the
store, each with a kid in tow, racing through the store to get everything that
was on the list that I had lost somewhere during the time I had to run back to
the car to get a towel to clean Ben and Presley off after they spilled their
drink all over themselves in the cart. Oh, and a fabulous trip to the public
restroom only to find that we were a few skidmarks too late and Benji’s
Superhero themed underwear had to be taken off and stored in a spare pocket
inside my purse. (I remember when my purses didn’t have pockets…miss this!)
After our necessities were paid for, we raced home…the speed limit is 55?
We tried to feed the kiddos a late
lunch, unsuccessful. Presley screamed, cried, exactly what 2 year olds do when
they are BEYOND tired. While Adam fell asleep on the couch, Benji filled up on
some lunch, I tried to calm Presley.
Keep in mind I have no patience left and if it was acceptable I would
have locked myself inside my imaginary soundproof bedroom and watched Keeping up with the Kardashian’s for the
rest of the day…alone. I hear this isn’t acceptable as a parent…so I trudged
on. I changed Presley, carried her up the stairs and began to sing her sleep
time song (Twinke Twinkle Little Star)…and then it happened. I felt something
under my foot. I lifted up my foot, still singing, and looked at the human
feces that was smeared all over the bottom of my foot and the carpet of her
bedroom. OMG! So, that’s why she came downstairs this morning carrying her
diaper. She took it off to poop on her floor, and for me to step in. I think
this was premeditated.
Excuse me please, for I need to go
wash the poop off of my foot.
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