Ever had one of those days where you just wanted to throw in the towel? For me, today would be one of them. I just want to quit my job as a mom. Why? Well I will let you in on today... It started with not being able to wake up this morning. My wonderful husband got up with the baby and our boy, got them changed, fed and then got himself off to work.
Before he left, I had a very cranky tired baby that refused to take a nap no matter what I did. Finally I just let him cry for a good 10 minutes (not my favorite thing to do, but wanted his energy to wane). I then picked him up and a few bounces later he fell asleep. I checked on boy #1, took out the dog and went to my bed to try and get a few more minutes of rest.
Rest was very interrupted by a hungry boy, a ringing phone, and the guilt that I really should not be this tired. I finally dragged myself out of bed, got dressed in my "mom clothes," did a quick email check and returned a few phone calls. After helping my boy make his pbj sandwich (he's getting the hang of it, but it is a sticky mess) and eating mine, I got the baby up from his nap, dressed and began to feed him. Joel has now gotten into the spitting phase where he sticks his tongue out does the "pthbbt" with his tongue, usually with food in his mouth.
Then, the dog threw up. I go to clean up that lovely mess and try to get the new stain out of my already stained carpet and hear the explanation on how Maggie ate the playdoh that was on the floor. Next came the don't-let-the-dog-eat-playdoh lecture.
I continued to feed Joel and Kyle settled in to work on some writing. A weird noise was coming from the ground and I looked down and saw that the dog threw up...again! Next came the you-can't-play-with-playdoh lecture. I hope Kyle got the message. I finally finished feeding Joel, put the dog away and piled everyone into the van so I could go do the paperwork I do for my dad's business.
I was hoping for a relatively smooth hour since my baby boy took a long nap and Kyle is always occupied playing wii. I was wrong. Joel decided after 15 minutes that he no longer wanted to be a happy baby. He started fussing which prompted me to give him anything that would keep him quiet until I was done. Joel got to play with envelopes, a huge clip, paper, you know the usual stuff in the office. No worries I didn't give him anything in which he would harm himself, but I did contemplate bribing him with the box of snowcap chocolate candy that was on my dad's file cabinet.
I finally finished what I could and scooted out of the house. I got the boys back in the van and tears started to form. This is when it hit me, "I just need a day off !" I texted this to my husband, but did not get a response. (I'm secretly hoping he will come home and say, "Take the night off, Honey!")
My next task was to pick up my daughter who had been at a friends house since last night. I figured since my day was going the way it was, I would stop at Dunkin Donuts on the way and get an iced latte for my troubles. The whole time Joel was fussing in the backseat. I called my daughter to tell her I was on the way and be ready because I had to get a cranky baby home (I was only 5 minutes away). Much to my surprise , her friend's mom answered and told me they were at the pool and could she just drop her off at home? What!!?? You couldn't have offered this option 2 hours ago when I called about picking her up? I didn't say this, but I sure did think it. I basically had driven an extra 10 minutes out of my way with a very fussy baby for nothing.
So now I am home with a crying baby in a bouncer and really just want to escape somewhere where there are no children for a few hours. It's not that I don't like being a stay-at-home-mom, I really LOVE it. But it is hard to be a mom 24/7 with no relief. And really, what mom doesn't need a break every now and then?
