Today was not a good day. Actually, today was a pretty bad day. Nothing extraordinarily awful happened. It was just one of those days when I wished it was my turn to go into the office and Brian could stay at home.
Our house is full of clutter. Empty cardboard boxes to break down. Toys yet to be assembled. Assembled toys yet to be put in a place. Clutter stresses me out.
Lucy's cutting two upper teeth. You all know how that goes.
William didn't nap. Instead he pooped in his pants. Twice. Thankfully he was still in a diaper, both times, because I was still hoping he would fall asleep. He didn't.
While he was "resting" in his room I decided to take a shower. The heavens opened and gave Lucy a reprieve from the pain in her gums so she could fall asleep. But alas, I didn't even get a chance to work up a good shampoo lather before I heard her screams.
I scrambled to finish my shower and then rescued her from her crib. I put her on my bed and then gave in to William's restlessness and let him out of his room.
The three of us hung out on my bed for a while. Lucy was still Ms. Crabby Pants and I had to tell William a thousand times to stop jumping on the bed so he wouldn't knock out his little sister. Soon William was monkeying with Brian's alarm clock. A favorite toy of his. He managed to turn on the radio which was tuned to an oldies station.
"There she was just a-walkin' down the street..." came the lyrics.
I stood Lucy up and starting dancing her little body around on the bed.
William quickly caught on to the unforgettable melody.
"Doo wha diddy diddy down diddy do."
Right there we had ourselves a little karaoke and dance party.
It lifted my mood and energy just enough to throw on every one's snow clothes and get outside for some fresh air.
We walked to the market that's just a few blocks from our house. I bought pasta, tomatoes and peas to make a quick dish for dinner. No one whined and no one needed discipline. That half hour ended up being the best part of my day.
When we got back we all had rosy cheeks and fresh air in our lungs. And daddy was home. Praise the lord, daddy was home.
It doesn't take much to turn this stay-at-home mama's spirits around.
Our house is full of clutter. Empty cardboard boxes to break down. Toys yet to be assembled. Assembled toys yet to be put in a place. Clutter stresses me out.
Lucy's cutting two upper teeth. You all know how that goes.
William didn't nap. Instead he pooped in his pants. Twice. Thankfully he was still in a diaper, both times, because I was still hoping he would fall asleep. He didn't.
While he was "resting" in his room I decided to take a shower. The heavens opened and gave Lucy a reprieve from the pain in her gums so she could fall asleep. But alas, I didn't even get a chance to work up a good shampoo lather before I heard her screams.
I scrambled to finish my shower and then rescued her from her crib. I put her on my bed and then gave in to William's restlessness and let him out of his room.
The three of us hung out on my bed for a while. Lucy was still Ms. Crabby Pants and I had to tell William a thousand times to stop jumping on the bed so he wouldn't knock out his little sister. Soon William was monkeying with Brian's alarm clock. A favorite toy of his. He managed to turn on the radio which was tuned to an oldies station.
"There she was just a-walkin' down the street..." came the lyrics.
I stood Lucy up and starting dancing her little body around on the bed.
William quickly caught on to the unforgettable melody.
"Doo wha diddy diddy down diddy do."
Right there we had ourselves a little karaoke and dance party.
It lifted my mood and energy just enough to throw on every one's snow clothes and get outside for some fresh air.
We walked to the market that's just a few blocks from our house. I bought pasta, tomatoes and peas to make a quick dish for dinner. No one whined and no one needed discipline. That half hour ended up being the best part of my day.
When we got back we all had rosy cheeks and fresh air in our lungs. And daddy was home. Praise the lord, daddy was home.
It doesn't take much to turn this stay-at-home mama's spirits around.
If I were a kid, I think I'd like to live at the Nash house. Every mom has bad days--that's a given. It's what you DO with those bad days that makes a difference. Doo wa diddy-ing is so much better than mummying the kids in duct tape and putting them in the cellar. (No, I did not actually do this but thought about it seriously.)
ReplyDeleteYour day sounds very familiar. I've had my fair share of those around here.
ReplyDeleteAnd I just have to say...you are SO lucky to have a market within walking distance. My husband and I always talk about how that is what we want when we move next. As it is now, we can walk around our neighborhood and that's about it. No park. No grocery store. No cafe. No library. No anything.
stephanie@metropolitanmama.net