Thursday, July 11, 2013

To Quell the Doubt

Yesterday was a "bad" day.  It started with no sleep, as the 5 month old woke up no less than 10 times.  I don't know, I could be exaggerating, but I don't think I am.  When you're sleep deprived you stop counting and looking at the clock because it makes it worse.

I tried to get her to sleep during the day.  Her first nap was cut short when Emory burst into the room and turned some music on.

Then I kept smelling some fresh/clean scent.  Ordinarily, that wouldn't be a bad thing, now would it?  At first I thought maybe one of the boys had used too much hand soap while washing their hands and had left a sink full of suds.  No.  I went into their room.  Dawn dish detergent.  Approximately 15 oz.  ALL OVER THE ROOM.  I had to clean furniture, strip the beds, remove the vent cover . . . I had to undo the mess of a 3 year old.

Eleanor's second nap was cut short when Elliott decided to knock on the closed door.  Loudly.

Emory colored on the wall.  And the door.  And another wall.

Oh, and when I went to feed Eleanor, Emory emptied the paper shredder all over the kitchen.

Someone broke the doorknob on their bedroom door too.

The dog got caught outside in the storm, and when she came inside she barked just enough to wake the baby up.  She never did get a full nap.

Yes.  I cried a lot yesterday.  It was one of those days where you feel like everything has spiraled out of control, and no amount of curling up with a pint of ice cream can make things better.  I felt like a horrible person who was raising monstrous children.

Husband got the boys ready for bed while I took a shower.

Then after he tucked the boys into bed, I went to say goodnight.  Emory was talking about his drawing of his llama and going to a llama store to buy a pet llama, and going to a llama farm to buy llama food.  When I went to kiss him, he nodded a sweet little nod, smiled, gave me a kiss and asked for a high five.

That my friends, is how a 3 year old quells the doubts and fears that loom in the back a mother's mind.

This post is linked up to the blogging through the alphabet challenge.

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