I should NOT be sitting here typing - I have such a busy week. Birthdays, worship practice, photo sessions, ladies' retreat....aaahhh!
But I had to tell you about my day. Just needing to vent.
It actually started last night - got to bed at 8:30 - really early, but we've been lacking in the sleep dept. lately.
Got to sleep at 9. Woke up at 9:20 to Cole crying for me. Settled Cole, back to bed. Sleep again at 9:30.
10:17 - awake again with Cole. Settle him again, just slip back into my nice warm spot, and he's crying AGAIN!!! I have no idea what's wrong. I go into see him twice more before I give up.
He stops whimpering, and I can't get back to sleep until after 11.
Wake up at 3, and can't get back to sleep until 5.
Dh is up at 5:30, so I always get woke up. I HATE sleeping in the living room!!!!
Luke decides this would be a good day to get up a bit earlier than usual. I just buried my head and ignored him. He stayed in bed until 6:30.
Got up, and he was fine for the first hour or so. Cole got up around 7:30, CRANKY!!! I couldn't do a thing right for the first hour. By then Luke decided it was a good time to get whiny too. So I'm trying to take a shower with Cole banned to his room - I can still hear him screaming in the shower - and Luke standing outside of the shower doors screaming cause he can't see me. Forget the all-over - I just did the basics! Got out, and after a few more minutes of Cole screaming he decided it wasn't worth it and got happy.
Have appt. for 11 to get Cole's pictures done. Had to re-schedule for this afternoon. I could not get him into the bath tub, and get us all out the door in time.
In the middle of everything I'm doing laundry. Went into the laundry room to fold the dry clothes, and Luke followed me - of course. He was playing with a basket of clothes pins, lost his balance, and fell forward. He split his lip, but I didn't realize it at first. At this point, I am half dressed with the clean clothes I am folding - pants and no shirt. But I have no choice but to pick Luke up as I'm now seeing the blood and run to the kitchen in my bra - hoping there are no neighbors outside today - they can see in our front window at the right angle. But with all that blood I am very grateful that I hadn't yet put on my fresh WHITE shirt. I really didn't get any on me, but I just KNOW I would have if I'd put my shirt on! ;)
Cole had just gotten out of the tub, and was running around naked, refusing to let me put a diaper on him. He has been attempting to use the potty lately - his own accord, YAHOO! - and I told him he didn't have to put a diaper on if he didn't pee on the floor. In the middle of getting Luke's bloody lip under control, Cole runs down the hallway yelling for a diaper. Then I hear, "Oh Mommy, look-it." Go into his room, and yes, he has peed on his floor.
The best part - it's not even lunch time!!!!
Ever have one of those days?
But I had to tell you about my day. Just needing to vent.
It actually started last night - got to bed at 8:30 - really early, but we've been lacking in the sleep dept. lately.
Got to sleep at 9. Woke up at 9:20 to Cole crying for me. Settled Cole, back to bed. Sleep again at 9:30.
10:17 - awake again with Cole. Settle him again, just slip back into my nice warm spot, and he's crying AGAIN!!! I have no idea what's wrong. I go into see him twice more before I give up.
He stops whimpering, and I can't get back to sleep until after 11.
Wake up at 3, and can't get back to sleep until 5.
Dh is up at 5:30, so I always get woke up. I HATE sleeping in the living room!!!!
Luke decides this would be a good day to get up a bit earlier than usual. I just buried my head and ignored him. He stayed in bed until 6:30.
Got up, and he was fine for the first hour or so. Cole got up around 7:30, CRANKY!!! I couldn't do a thing right for the first hour. By then Luke decided it was a good time to get whiny too. So I'm trying to take a shower with Cole banned to his room - I can still hear him screaming in the shower - and Luke standing outside of the shower doors screaming cause he can't see me. Forget the all-over - I just did the basics! Got out, and after a few more minutes of Cole screaming he decided it wasn't worth it and got happy.
Have appt. for 11 to get Cole's pictures done. Had to re-schedule for this afternoon. I could not get him into the bath tub, and get us all out the door in time.
In the middle of everything I'm doing laundry. Went into the laundry room to fold the dry clothes, and Luke followed me - of course. He was playing with a basket of clothes pins, lost his balance, and fell forward. He split his lip, but I didn't realize it at first. At this point, I am half dressed with the clean clothes I am folding - pants and no shirt. But I have no choice but to pick Luke up as I'm now seeing the blood and run to the kitchen in my bra - hoping there are no neighbors outside today - they can see in our front window at the right angle. But with all that blood I am very grateful that I hadn't yet put on my fresh WHITE shirt. I really didn't get any on me, but I just KNOW I would have if I'd put my shirt on! ;)
Cole had just gotten out of the tub, and was running around naked, refusing to let me put a diaper on him. He has been attempting to use the potty lately - his own accord, YAHOO! - and I told him he didn't have to put a diaper on if he didn't pee on the floor. In the middle of getting Luke's bloody lip under control, Cole runs down the hallway yelling for a diaper. Then I hear, "Oh Mommy, look-it." Go into his room, and yes, he has peed on his floor.
The best part - it's not even lunch time!!!!
Ever have one of those days?
posted by BJ @ 11:39 a.m.
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