Do you ever find it hard to step back and look at the "big picture" while the chaos and drama develops around you? Today I am having a hard time doing this as I selfishly take some time to write down these words because I can't look at the big picture. I know how demanding my kiddos are when they are awake, so I make sure I wake up extra early (5 a.m.) to work out so that I can do one mommy thing for myself in the day. However, both my children had a different plan for my work out time, as Ayden awoke at 5 and Audrey at 5:45. I still chose to get on the treadmill, but my hour walk turned into maybe 30, as I had to get off the treadmill to rescue trains from the big mean cat, break up multiple fights over light switches, and to put in multiple tapes for the kids to listen to books. I finally gave up and decided breakfast was our next option.
Of course breakfast leads into the most challenging activity of the morning because Ayden has to eat whatever Audrey is having, and well she did not like that he wanted to be like her. Meltdown number 2 was complete by 6:45 a.m.! We all finally ate our cereal, fruit, and yogurt, and moved onto reading the $0.59 books from yesterday's Goodwill purchase. Best money spent in my eyes as I have a few moments to write and drink the great cup of heaven created by my Keurig.
Here is the deal though: It is calm right now, but I know very well that in fifteen minutes the next crisis will occur and I will have to run and referee the next altercation because that is my job. My stay at home, remind myself that I love my children, job! Yes I am in one of those ruts where my kids are under my skin, I feel like I am a giant ball of crabbiness, and I just want to pee alone! This past week I truly feel like I am the only mom out there that is using every last ounce of energy in my soul to just seem like I am holding it together. Screw all you got it together moms! Actually I take that statement back, us moms need to stick together, would you please share some of your wisdom and sanity?
I will get out of this funk soon, and I will stand back and look at the big picture. I will even laugh at my irrational behavior because I am truly pouting like a toddler. No wonder my kids act this way! However until then, you are more than welcome to join me in venting about the little picture so you don't feel like you are the only mom out there who doesn't have it together.
Is there anyone out there? Please say yes or it may send me over the edge:)
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
Nightmares
I am not sure what research says about when nightmares begin with children, but we hit that milestone yesterday about 3 a.m.
For once I was soundly sleeping and awoken to that blood curdling scream that every parent does not want to hear. I seriously thought there was someone breaking into the house and Audrey was scared of the burglars. (Yes I am a worse case scenario gal, and I was planning my attack once I opened the door.) While the screams of terror are coming from Audrey's room, never fear, my sleep through a tornado husband doesn't stir one bit!
Once I ran into Audrey's room, she was screaming to tell me that she couldn't move because of the poop. Seriously? I was wiping her hands, feeling the bedsheets, and her pajama bottoms and there was nothing there. She then proceeds to tell me that her dog was at her bedside pooping on her before I walked into the room. Newsflash friends…we don't have a dog!
At this point something must have awoken Tyler, and he says he heard the word poop and came running. Never thought that would be the code word to awake him from a deep slumber. And he only stuck around to find out there was no poop and went back to bed.
I finally realized at this point that she was talking about her toy dog that bounces around and barks when turned on. I explained to her I don't think it would poop on her, but she insisted it did and she wanted it out of her room! So I proceeded to make sure she was okay, cleaned from all dog feces, and put the dog in the recliner where our fearless cat was sleeping.
Of course after all this drama, I was not able to fall back to sleep, so I tossed and turned and sat up in bed every time I heard a noise. About ten minutes after I had left Audrey in her room, I heard the weirdest noise…instantly I am delirious enough to think the damn dog came to life. To my surprise it was only Audrey dragging in her couch to fold out and sleep on the floor. She didn't care if the dog was not in her room, I guess she needed my protection from the dog poo.
So there again I lay awake, listening to my daughter and husband breathe away as they are in dreamland, and I am trying to figure out why Audrey had a nightmare. My only conclusion is that she has been told she cannot get a dog until she is old enough to take care of it, and that means scooping poop as well. Both kids pretend to clean up after this toy dog and feed it whatever they whip up in their play kitchen, which is the start of showing responsibility, but we are unfortunately years away from getting a dog.
Audrey's nightmare could have been a lot worse, but for one day she did not talk about a dog, so hopefully she realizes how much responsibility a pet is and not ask for a dog for awhile.
For once I was soundly sleeping and awoken to that blood curdling scream that every parent does not want to hear. I seriously thought there was someone breaking into the house and Audrey was scared of the burglars. (Yes I am a worse case scenario gal, and I was planning my attack once I opened the door.) While the screams of terror are coming from Audrey's room, never fear, my sleep through a tornado husband doesn't stir one bit!
Once I ran into Audrey's room, she was screaming to tell me that she couldn't move because of the poop. Seriously? I was wiping her hands, feeling the bedsheets, and her pajama bottoms and there was nothing there. She then proceeds to tell me that her dog was at her bedside pooping on her before I walked into the room. Newsflash friends…we don't have a dog!
At this point something must have awoken Tyler, and he says he heard the word poop and came running. Never thought that would be the code word to awake him from a deep slumber. And he only stuck around to find out there was no poop and went back to bed.
I finally realized at this point that she was talking about her toy dog that bounces around and barks when turned on. I explained to her I don't think it would poop on her, but she insisted it did and she wanted it out of her room! So I proceeded to make sure she was okay, cleaned from all dog feces, and put the dog in the recliner where our fearless cat was sleeping.
Of course after all this drama, I was not able to fall back to sleep, so I tossed and turned and sat up in bed every time I heard a noise. About ten minutes after I had left Audrey in her room, I heard the weirdest noise…instantly I am delirious enough to think the damn dog came to life. To my surprise it was only Audrey dragging in her couch to fold out and sleep on the floor. She didn't care if the dog was not in her room, I guess she needed my protection from the dog poo.
So there again I lay awake, listening to my daughter and husband breathe away as they are in dreamland, and I am trying to figure out why Audrey had a nightmare. My only conclusion is that she has been told she cannot get a dog until she is old enough to take care of it, and that means scooping poop as well. Both kids pretend to clean up after this toy dog and feed it whatever they whip up in their play kitchen, which is the start of showing responsibility, but we are unfortunately years away from getting a dog.
Audrey's nightmare could have been a lot worse, but for one day she did not talk about a dog, so hopefully she realizes how much responsibility a pet is and not ask for a dog for awhile.
Friday, May 2, 2014
I Never Understood...
There are many things I do not understand, however the one thing I have come to realize I never understood until I had kids was the amount of energy it takes to raise them. It is down right exhausting, trying, gross, devastating, challenging, and worth every minute of it!
I don't know if I thought it was going to be easy, but right now I am grateful my two love bugs are in their beds still at 7:30 am sleeping away their morning because of a couple reasons. Number one, I know that they are getting the rest they need which will bring the tantrum number down from 100 to 50, and number two, quiet! For the first time in a long time, I was able to shower and get ready for the day without a child attached to my leg or getting into something they were not suppose to. I need to thank God that I had this opportunity because I know this event is far and few between.
It seems lately by the time dinner rolls around in our house, I have gotten to the point of exhaustion and my children have gained their third wind. I just want to eat dinner and begin our bedtime routine, and my kids want to negotiate how many bites they need to have or what is for dessert. Then they get into a mood of competing with Tyler and I who are trying to have a two minute conversations about our day or reminders we have for each other. This craziness goes on for about fifteen minutes at the table, until one of us eats our meal quickly and then it is on to cleaning up and referring a fight over a puzzle or something ridiculous. Oh man…I was refreshed just a few minutes ago, and now that I explained our dinner fiasco I am exhausted. See just talking about things that occur exhaust me, and that would have never happened ten years ago.
Raising children takes energy from parts of your body you never existed. Having to stay one step ahead of the chaos is what drains me the quickest. I never can just sit and get distracted by something simple, otherwise my house may be set on fire or another call to poison control may have to happen. I guess what I am getting at is that we probably should be appreciative to our parents for raising us with so much energy and enthusiasm, in hopes that one day our kiddos will do the same. Therefore, I never understood the energy and efforts is took to raise children, and I now come to appreciate the quiet time, nap time, and bedtime for my children a lot more each day.
I don't know if I thought it was going to be easy, but right now I am grateful my two love bugs are in their beds still at 7:30 am sleeping away their morning because of a couple reasons. Number one, I know that they are getting the rest they need which will bring the tantrum number down from 100 to 50, and number two, quiet! For the first time in a long time, I was able to shower and get ready for the day without a child attached to my leg or getting into something they were not suppose to. I need to thank God that I had this opportunity because I know this event is far and few between.
It seems lately by the time dinner rolls around in our house, I have gotten to the point of exhaustion and my children have gained their third wind. I just want to eat dinner and begin our bedtime routine, and my kids want to negotiate how many bites they need to have or what is for dessert. Then they get into a mood of competing with Tyler and I who are trying to have a two minute conversations about our day or reminders we have for each other. This craziness goes on for about fifteen minutes at the table, until one of us eats our meal quickly and then it is on to cleaning up and referring a fight over a puzzle or something ridiculous. Oh man…I was refreshed just a few minutes ago, and now that I explained our dinner fiasco I am exhausted. See just talking about things that occur exhaust me, and that would have never happened ten years ago.
Raising children takes energy from parts of your body you never existed. Having to stay one step ahead of the chaos is what drains me the quickest. I never can just sit and get distracted by something simple, otherwise my house may be set on fire or another call to poison control may have to happen. I guess what I am getting at is that we probably should be appreciative to our parents for raising us with so much energy and enthusiasm, in hopes that one day our kiddos will do the same. Therefore, I never understood the energy and efforts is took to raise children, and I now come to appreciate the quiet time, nap time, and bedtime for my children a lot more each day.
Friday, April 18, 2014
The Chaotic Sunday
Our Sundays are normally restful and calm. We all normally leisurely lounge around until it is time for church on Sunday mornings. Okay lets be honest it may not be calm, but at least it is not that rush to get ready as we don't need to leave until 10:30. The kids play and Tyler and I at least get in a cup of coffee. Two weeks ago, however Ayden had a different perspective on how this particular Sunday should have gone.
The kids finished their breakfast and they went on an adventure. This is basically the kids going upstairs to their rooms on their own. It is an adventure because it is parent free for a few minutes. I eventually get upstairs, but they have become independent and I was trying to give them a little freedom because nothing had gone wrong. This should have been my sign right there…nothing had gone wrong…yet. Well it was quiet and then the giggling began. I ran upstairs and to my surprise both kids were holding a bottle of nail polish. I know you are probably thinking, how did they get the nail polish? Well they opened the door to the bathroom and to the closet that the polish was kept. They then had to rifle through the drawers to get the polish. These were determined kids, and I am not sure why, but don't worry the story gets even better.
Now Tyler was running around looking for nail polish on the floor because the top was off of one. He had found no spots or stains so we thought we were in the clear, however when I inspected Ayden closer he had "Disco Ball" clear, sparkle nail polish on his hands and lips. Yes my friends Ayden decided to sample the nail polish. He did not seem affected by this whole event, but of course we had to check with Poison Control.
After talking with Poison Control, nail polish is not as dangerous as you would think. I guess in possible ingestion of a small amount, the most damage you can do is getting it off too aggressively. Of course they ask if he seems okay and my response is, "Yeah he is fine as he is now trying to find something else to get into to." I was told to have him chew on a cold washcloth to have the excess polish to freeze up so it could fall off.
I thought that was the end of our adventures for the day, however Audrey never wants to feel left out. Later that afternoon we had come home from swimming and Ayden had fallen asleep in the car so I chose to hold him and sit on the front steps as Audrey played with her ball in the front yard. It was the mom's worse nightmare…you know the one where you see the ball roll onto the sidewalk in slow motion. Now Tyler's car was in my way, but I knew exactly what Audrey was going to do…go after her ball and that she did. By the time I ran to the sidewalk she had already crossed the street and was getting ready to get her ball out of the neighbor's yard. Now I wanted to lose it, but had to try to not look like a raging lunatic. Still carrying Ayden, I scooped her up and put her in the house in which she was crying because she knew what she did was wrong. I grabbed her ball and poor Ayden who was in a peaceful slumber, probably drugged by the nail polish from earlier, was awoken by all the commotion and he was crying too.
Poor Tyler had no clue what was going on as he was in the house the whole time, however he now had to screaming kids in the house with him. Now Audrey was read the riot act and can probably tell you word by word as to why you should never chase after a ball if it goes into the road. However I think after this particular Sunday I wanted to put both my kids in a bubble and sit in a corner and drink wine.
Both Tyler and I know to never leave the kids unattended and that kids are going to test their boundaries. I know we cannot watch them every second, but we will continue to try, and I guess we have to try a lot harder with Ayden. He is seriously going to send us over the edge with his adventurous spirit.
The kids finished their breakfast and they went on an adventure. This is basically the kids going upstairs to their rooms on their own. It is an adventure because it is parent free for a few minutes. I eventually get upstairs, but they have become independent and I was trying to give them a little freedom because nothing had gone wrong. This should have been my sign right there…nothing had gone wrong…yet. Well it was quiet and then the giggling began. I ran upstairs and to my surprise both kids were holding a bottle of nail polish. I know you are probably thinking, how did they get the nail polish? Well they opened the door to the bathroom and to the closet that the polish was kept. They then had to rifle through the drawers to get the polish. These were determined kids, and I am not sure why, but don't worry the story gets even better.
Now Tyler was running around looking for nail polish on the floor because the top was off of one. He had found no spots or stains so we thought we were in the clear, however when I inspected Ayden closer he had "Disco Ball" clear, sparkle nail polish on his hands and lips. Yes my friends Ayden decided to sample the nail polish. He did not seem affected by this whole event, but of course we had to check with Poison Control.
After talking with Poison Control, nail polish is not as dangerous as you would think. I guess in possible ingestion of a small amount, the most damage you can do is getting it off too aggressively. Of course they ask if he seems okay and my response is, "Yeah he is fine as he is now trying to find something else to get into to." I was told to have him chew on a cold washcloth to have the excess polish to freeze up so it could fall off.
I thought that was the end of our adventures for the day, however Audrey never wants to feel left out. Later that afternoon we had come home from swimming and Ayden had fallen asleep in the car so I chose to hold him and sit on the front steps as Audrey played with her ball in the front yard. It was the mom's worse nightmare…you know the one where you see the ball roll onto the sidewalk in slow motion. Now Tyler's car was in my way, but I knew exactly what Audrey was going to do…go after her ball and that she did. By the time I ran to the sidewalk she had already crossed the street and was getting ready to get her ball out of the neighbor's yard. Now I wanted to lose it, but had to try to not look like a raging lunatic. Still carrying Ayden, I scooped her up and put her in the house in which she was crying because she knew what she did was wrong. I grabbed her ball and poor Ayden who was in a peaceful slumber, probably drugged by the nail polish from earlier, was awoken by all the commotion and he was crying too.
Poor Tyler had no clue what was going on as he was in the house the whole time, however he now had to screaming kids in the house with him. Now Audrey was read the riot act and can probably tell you word by word as to why you should never chase after a ball if it goes into the road. However I think after this particular Sunday I wanted to put both my kids in a bubble and sit in a corner and drink wine.
Both Tyler and I know to never leave the kids unattended and that kids are going to test their boundaries. I know we cannot watch them every second, but we will continue to try, and I guess we have to try a lot harder with Ayden. He is seriously going to send us over the edge with his adventurous spirit.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Finding Balance
I have been struggling to find a few minutes to sit and write a post for my blog, and I have evidently failed immensely as I don't think I have shared a post in two weeks. Seriously I am not sure what is going on. It is not as if I have taken on more responsibilities.
Currently I am typing during Ayden's nap time, and Audrey is bringing me book after book to read. I am literally typing a sentence and reading a book, typing a sentence and reading another book. It feels that lately my children are struggling to keep themselves entertained with playing without me right by their side. Now I totally love playing with my kids, but I also need to make meals and use the bathroom. It is almost a guarantee that my children will have a knock down, drag out argument when I just want to pee.
I am exhausted by the end of the day with the kiddos. I feel I never get that little bit of rest time as I am constantly entertaining and refereeing. Now I know I am no different than any other mom out there, but it just feels like these last two weeks have been tough and trying. Honestly by the time it is bed time for the kids, the last thing I want to do is clean or type. The cleaning of the house has definitely taken been neglected. I have made sure things are clean, but the clutter is just everywhere.
Speaking of cleaning, I had to put in a movie just to sweep and mop the floor yesterday. Yet, I question why I even did do that chore. It is that time of year and the cat is shedding all her hair all over and there was an accident with a few raspberries this morning.
Now I have come to the conclusion that things just have to give. The kids take priority over all the other things, the cleaning, the blogging, and the me time, however I think their demanding of my attention comes in waves and in a week or two they may no longer need me as much. I really should embrace the fact that they want to be with me and that they want me to sit next to them because I know as they get older I won't be wanted as much as I am now. However, it is absolutely exhausting!
So here is to all the moms trying to keep their cool and finding the balance that allows them to feel sane. It is okay to have that clutter or mess, kids will only be little for so long. However when you suffer from OCD issues like myself, letting the clutter be is tough and I become the overly tired woman because I am completing cleaning chores after bed time when I am already exhausted. Here is to hoping I can let go and finding balance in my life.
Currently I am typing during Ayden's nap time, and Audrey is bringing me book after book to read. I am literally typing a sentence and reading a book, typing a sentence and reading another book. It feels that lately my children are struggling to keep themselves entertained with playing without me right by their side. Now I totally love playing with my kids, but I also need to make meals and use the bathroom. It is almost a guarantee that my children will have a knock down, drag out argument when I just want to pee.
I am exhausted by the end of the day with the kiddos. I feel I never get that little bit of rest time as I am constantly entertaining and refereeing. Now I know I am no different than any other mom out there, but it just feels like these last two weeks have been tough and trying. Honestly by the time it is bed time for the kids, the last thing I want to do is clean or type. The cleaning of the house has definitely taken been neglected. I have made sure things are clean, but the clutter is just everywhere.
Speaking of cleaning, I had to put in a movie just to sweep and mop the floor yesterday. Yet, I question why I even did do that chore. It is that time of year and the cat is shedding all her hair all over and there was an accident with a few raspberries this morning.
Now I have come to the conclusion that things just have to give. The kids take priority over all the other things, the cleaning, the blogging, and the me time, however I think their demanding of my attention comes in waves and in a week or two they may no longer need me as much. I really should embrace the fact that they want to be with me and that they want me to sit next to them because I know as they get older I won't be wanted as much as I am now. However, it is absolutely exhausting!
So here is to all the moms trying to keep their cool and finding the balance that allows them to feel sane. It is okay to have that clutter or mess, kids will only be little for so long. However when you suffer from OCD issues like myself, letting the clutter be is tough and I become the overly tired woman because I am completing cleaning chores after bed time when I am already exhausted. Here is to hoping I can let go and finding balance in my life.
Friday, April 4, 2014
The Power in the Word "No"
Like all children, Ayden has begun to exercise his voice and using the word, "No". It is not a little meek "No" either. It is the forceful "No" that I use when I find him playing in the toilet or biting his sister. I guess I shouldn't get too mad at him when the "No" seems a little disrespectful as he is just acting as it has been modeled for him from his sister and myself. Sigh….
Lately he has been exercising his ability to state he does not want what is on the table to eat or when he is asked to do something. I know he is testing me because he says that forceful, "No" and then has that devious smile that follows. This my friends is the beginning of the terrible twos I can feel it already, however I just hope that he is a little easier on me than Audrey was. I mean we are still going through the tiresome threes with her and lets just say its exhausting so to speak.
Ever wonder what life would be like as an adult if we could exercise the right to scream the word "No" whenever we did not feel like doing something? I think it would possibly help with my stress level on occasion, but it is evident that we eventually grow out of this aggressive "No" stage and go on to live happy, healthy lives. However the process of now until then is always a painful one. I love when I get the crazy, aggressive "No" when we are in public too. You should see some of the looks of disbelief I get when Ayden screams the word "No". I am not sure why though because I know Ayden is not the first to act like a defiant toddler.
In all reality, he isn't being disobedient, but actually just being a kid so that he can learn where his boundaries are. We are still working on boundaries for Audrey, and I have a feeling that the boundary thing will be an ongoing process for both kids. Ayden however may be one that I have to keep a thumb on because he is the boundary pusher. He is a handful, full of life, and has a personality that is so large it is hard to describe. I just have to find a creative way to guide him to be a little obedient:) I know what some of you are thinking…good luck with that…one day we will get there, but until then I will be that mom being told "No" in every public place we go. Wish me luck or pray for my sanity…either way we will get through it one day at a time!
Lately he has been exercising his ability to state he does not want what is on the table to eat or when he is asked to do something. I know he is testing me because he says that forceful, "No" and then has that devious smile that follows. This my friends is the beginning of the terrible twos I can feel it already, however I just hope that he is a little easier on me than Audrey was. I mean we are still going through the tiresome threes with her and lets just say its exhausting so to speak.
Ever wonder what life would be like as an adult if we could exercise the right to scream the word "No" whenever we did not feel like doing something? I think it would possibly help with my stress level on occasion, but it is evident that we eventually grow out of this aggressive "No" stage and go on to live happy, healthy lives. However the process of now until then is always a painful one. I love when I get the crazy, aggressive "No" when we are in public too. You should see some of the looks of disbelief I get when Ayden screams the word "No". I am not sure why though because I know Ayden is not the first to act like a defiant toddler.
In all reality, he isn't being disobedient, but actually just being a kid so that he can learn where his boundaries are. We are still working on boundaries for Audrey, and I have a feeling that the boundary thing will be an ongoing process for both kids. Ayden however may be one that I have to keep a thumb on because he is the boundary pusher. He is a handful, full of life, and has a personality that is so large it is hard to describe. I just have to find a creative way to guide him to be a little obedient:) I know what some of you are thinking…good luck with that…one day we will get there, but until then I will be that mom being told "No" in every public place we go. Wish me luck or pray for my sanity…either way we will get through it one day at a time!
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
You have plans….HA!
Have you ever had one of those days where you plan it all out and you are pretty darn proud of yourself, and then life happens?
I think this is what today is going to do for me. I am dragging today as I sip my first cup of coffee, but with the early wake up of Ayden I figured today would be a great day for us to go do activities at the forest at Mud Pies. But then again this may be the worse idea ever! Only a few minutes ago were my children throwing tantrums over ridiculous things. I asked Audrey to throw away a napkin…complete throw yourself on the floor, screaming and kicking, melt down, all due to a small, white napkin. Ayden did not get to let the cat out of the basement. I guess he really has a desire to be the knight in shining armor to save everything, including the small animals. This tantrum ended in hitting his sister and throwing stuff at the cat…so much for thinking he wanted to be kind to animals.
Regardless of my plans, I think it always depends on my the mood of the children to determine if their attitudes fit the activities planned for the day. Today I think we may be punting on going to the forest, unless by a miracle they decide they are ready to go out and behave. However the one thing I can't change today is a doctor's appointment for Ayden, as it is necessary. I hate these physicals that he has to have every month before he goes in for a treatment the next week. Because I forgot to make the appointment a month out, we are blessed with a 2:30 appointment. That's right…an appointment in the middle of nap time. Last appointment in the afternoon, Ayden was overly tired and was driving his cars up and down the leg of the doctor while he attempted to complete the physical form for the hospital. I am super excited to see what antics Ayden will do as we make it in for this afternoon's appointment. (Sarcastic voice should be used after reading that last sentence.)
I think what I am getting at here is I need to give up on planning or at least getting upset when my plans are fitting our mood of the day. I need to look at my plans as a guide and then if they work for us great, if not who cares and move on. Even though I think it is great for the kids to get out and do stuff, I think after a big play date Friday, a three day stay at Great Wolf Lodge, and then school yesterday for Audrey, we all need a down day and maybe today is the day for that. Here is to hoping I won't need wine until after Tyler gets home tonight!
I think this is what today is going to do for me. I am dragging today as I sip my first cup of coffee, but with the early wake up of Ayden I figured today would be a great day for us to go do activities at the forest at Mud Pies. But then again this may be the worse idea ever! Only a few minutes ago were my children throwing tantrums over ridiculous things. I asked Audrey to throw away a napkin…complete throw yourself on the floor, screaming and kicking, melt down, all due to a small, white napkin. Ayden did not get to let the cat out of the basement. I guess he really has a desire to be the knight in shining armor to save everything, including the small animals. This tantrum ended in hitting his sister and throwing stuff at the cat…so much for thinking he wanted to be kind to animals.
Regardless of my plans, I think it always depends on my the mood of the children to determine if their attitudes fit the activities planned for the day. Today I think we may be punting on going to the forest, unless by a miracle they decide they are ready to go out and behave. However the one thing I can't change today is a doctor's appointment for Ayden, as it is necessary. I hate these physicals that he has to have every month before he goes in for a treatment the next week. Because I forgot to make the appointment a month out, we are blessed with a 2:30 appointment. That's right…an appointment in the middle of nap time. Last appointment in the afternoon, Ayden was overly tired and was driving his cars up and down the leg of the doctor while he attempted to complete the physical form for the hospital. I am super excited to see what antics Ayden will do as we make it in for this afternoon's appointment. (Sarcastic voice should be used after reading that last sentence.)
I think what I am getting at here is I need to give up on planning or at least getting upset when my plans are fitting our mood of the day. I need to look at my plans as a guide and then if they work for us great, if not who cares and move on. Even though I think it is great for the kids to get out and do stuff, I think after a big play date Friday, a three day stay at Great Wolf Lodge, and then school yesterday for Audrey, we all need a down day and maybe today is the day for that. Here is to hoping I won't need wine until after Tyler gets home tonight!
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