The other day I was feeling all hopped up on Mommy life, things were going well, a fun morning was had by all, then I posted this on Facebook:
Kid #1 at a friend's house, kid #3 down for a nap. Anxiously awaiting kid #2's accidental nap on the couch so I can catch up on the DVR'd stuff inappropriate for children.Then it all went to hell.
Turns out kid #3 wasn't actually asleep. She was playing in her bed and when she got tired of that she started yelling for me. I ignored it, so she decided to just come on downstairs. After putting her back in the bed she started crying and crying. I've mentioned before that Violet (kid #2) has many-a-time cried so hard she puked; well, little sister is picking up the slack since she has stopped doing that. I ran in, but too late, she threw up in her bed. I lifted her out and sat her on the changing table where she continued to cry and puke. I took off her clothes, rolled it all up in the filthy changing pad cover and sat her in the bathtub where she cried that she didn't want to take a bath. Too bad - when there's puke in your hair, you take a bath.
Once she was clean and getting dressed she gave me this exhausted look and said, "Can I take a nap, now?" like it was my fault that a nap hadn't happened yet.
Meanwhile, Violet had fallen asleep on the couch. I don't know why I'm always excited when it happens - it's a short term joy. I got an hour or so to myself but at 10pm when both of the little girls were still fighting bedtime, I wanted to kick myself for letting her fall asleep.
And then there's the big kid who came home from her friends' house tired and in a mood. She wanted to go for a bike ride with me after dinner but my bike is out of commission awaiting repairs. She got mad and yelled that she never gets any attention - we only pay attention to the little girls (she's partially right that they get more attention, but hey, she's the only one who can actually wipe her own ass after a poop). She went on to yell at me about how I pawned her off on somebody else so that I could take the little girls to Build-a-Bear and it just wasn't fair.
I nearly lost my frigging mind at that point. That morning I gave her the option of going to her friend's house when they called, but told her what was already planned for the day. SHE chose to abandon us, not the other way around. More crying and drama followed so I did the only thing I could think of that didn't involve jail time for me - I put her to bed at 7:30pm.
I dream that some day I will be able to make it through a whole day without longing to dissolve in tears in the closet. Ah, crap, I never should've said that out loud, now something terrible is going to happen.