Thursday, April 16, 2009

Heavens to Bootsy


Mc: Is in to everything right now, I spend over half of my day cleaning up his messes or keeping him out of a toilet or a dog bowl.


B Girl: Spend most of my day asking her to use her head, she makes a LOT of silly decisions that make my head spin.


L: He is the one that makes me feel guilty a lot of the time.... "Mom, what's wrong with YOU?"
"I wish I got to play with my friends more." "I never get to watch t.v., you NEVER let me do fun things."



DISCLAIMER: THE ABOVE THINGS MENTIONED ARE NOT MEANT TO SOUND LIKE NEGATIVE MOMMY TALK, THIS IS JUST THE TRUTH BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE OUR FAULTS DON'T WE. I LOVE THESE KIDS TREMENDOUSLY, THEY ARE MY LIFE AND MY SOUL............THIS MAMA JUST NEEDS TO LET IT ALL OUT. oK, thanks

It all started TUESDAY I will call it "Mommy cannot do anything right because she is a failure to society."

  1. Spend a LONG time in Hell (Wal-M@rt) shopping...and my underwear is completely wrong for me, I pull and tug the entire time.
  2. Go to pay for my shopping experience and my wallet is MIA. Get my wallet from the car, go to service desk to buy my basket full of items and my ATM card doesn't work...........I had forgotten to activate my new ATM card (nice). I pay with check.
  3. Kids fall asleep on the way home, I put them to bed....B-girl wakes up throwing her arms and screaming (I try calling an Exorcist)...finally get her settled.
  4. Several hours later...start dinner, my underwear are about to do my in.......I jerk sweatpants off, take panties off and throw them in TRASH. Prepared dinner Commando Style. (put sweatpants back on of course) I turn around and B was washing her hands in her chicken noodle soup and begins rubbing her legs with the broth.
  5. Last night....prepare "Kid Friendly" meal for kids and myself (Jeff was away for business). Mc and L eat quite a bit, my dogs eat everything that gets dropped on the floor, B eats nothing and tells me that she just wants cookies. Nice.
  6. Give kids a bath, more water is on the floor than in the tub (I put life jackets on everyone and we got out of there safely).
  7. I take all 3 to the den, have a "Come to Jesus" meeting with them about being thankful for who and what they have and ask them to give mommy a break. Mc smiles at me and then sticks his tongue out at me. 2 older kids say ok, and tell me they love me.
  8. Put everyone to bed. Mommy comes to the den, get on my knees to pray and Annie the cat runs full force at my head and rips half of my hair out. I lay there and cry and thank God for my many blessings. The puppy (Cowboy) comes over and bites the dog sh*t out of my arm.
  9. Go to kitchen, shove a Tylenol PM in my mouth.

Thank you all for listening....needed to get that one out.

Today is MUCH better. Don't forget to visit miss jc for her giveaway..



13 comments:

Sassy Cass said...

I'm laughing my butt off here. I'm sure it wasn't funny at the time, but it sure made for a great post. I have those days regularly and I only have 1 lil one. Thanks for the smile and the reminder to be thankful for my blessings!

Kacey R. said...

Oh I am so laughing and can SO relate! It has been like that the last few weeks here. Crazy, crazy! I'm glad you know when tpcall in reinforcements (Tylenol PM) when you need to. I'm a fan of Advil PM too - but you only need ONE of those bad boys! Glad today is better my dear!!!!

Heather Lynne said...

Isabelle is my one year old daughter. She loves to expl ore everything and just wants to "run" around all over the place. I spend half the time of making her lunch getting her away from cabinets and away from the cat's water dish.

Deanna said...

Do you read Dooce? If not, here is a conversation she recently had with her daughter:

Leta: "Mom, I love to read."

Me: "I know, Leta. I think that's awesome."

Leta: "My friend Hannah can't read."

Me: "It's okay that she can't read, Leta. Not all five-year-olds can read."

Leta: "No, she can't read because she's tall."

Me: "Oh, really? That's how it works?"

Leta: "She's tall, and I want to be tall and you never let me be tall!"

Me: "Whoa, hold on there."

Leta: "IT'S NOT FAIR! I JUST WANT TO BE TALL!"

Me: "Leta, I married the tallest one I could find. I DID MY PART."

Leta: "YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING!"

Me: "And have you seen my brother? He's six-foot-four! I've given you nothing BUT tall."

Leta: "WHY WON'T YOU LET ME BE TALL?!"

Me: "Are we seriously having this conversation?"

Leta: "ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE TALL!"

Me: "Aren't you supposed to be busy throwing rocks at windows? Isn't that what most kids your age are doing? HERE, TAKE THIS PERMANENT MARKER. GO WRITE ON THE WALLS."
************

Underwear suggestion: thongs. They are already up your butt.

Someday you will be an empty nester like me and look back on days like yesterday with a certain fondness. And then thank the good Lord you survived.

Tabitha in Bliss said...

I'm so glad you got through all of that. While reading I kept going Awww poor thing. I've been a fan of Tylenol PM a night or two myself. :)

Coco said...

We all have those, "I QUITE!" days (that's what I call them). A little venting makes you feel better, and we have all been there.

More than once.

Michelle said...

Oh Katy! What a post! I hope you are doing better! I hate those days. I know exactly what you mean. I don't know how you do it with 3 little ones. You are one good momma! Hang in there! You are doing great! Kids are just pains sometimes! :)

Miss JC said...

Girrrrl! This made me laugh. I love those babies.. Penelope just ran in the room with a sandwich bag full of dog biscuits. I seriously have NO idea where she found it.

Liz said...

Katy,

You poor thing! I had to laugh at you throwing your panties in the trash. That was just FUNNY! I am glad that you survived the day. I hope things get better.

Impulsive Addict said...

Is it wrong that I just laughed a lot while reading this? You poor girl....but it's a funny post! Hmmmm...maybe kids aren't for me.

Dawn said...

I'm cracking up!! (Because it just sounds so much like MY life!)

You're a great mom!

2 year olds literally can kill a person - I swear!!

morewineplease said...

um.... yeah...MOM-CATION here we come.. for a week...K???

Multislacking Mama said...

OH MY GAH. I have had that day, minus one kid. It is much more than I can bare on some days. I don't know how or why or how or why or how I'm going to make it. I think it is called meds and therapy. Plus a beer at the end of the day. And a job that I love and run to in the morning. I'm seriously the worst mutha.