Today was a rough one.
By 9:30 am I was begging for it to be over.
Ayden broke one of my favorite glasses.
Which can't be replaced.
And glass shattered everywhere.
Lucas was screaming.
I had enough dishes in my sink to circle the planet.
Laundry was everywhere.
Glass was everywhere.
I grabbed Ayden (he was on the counter) & told him to go to his room.
He yelled at me & told me that "You're a bad mommy."
>>>? Those words are so hard to hear, even though I know he doesn't mean it.
Then it was Lucas's turn.
You see some serious bad habits have been formed with my baby boy.
Not entirely his fault.
Partly mine, and partly because our house just doesn't fit our families needs anymore and that leaves Lucas pretty close to a refugee.
My bed, his crib, back room, boys room...it's tiring.
But today I started a new routine, which he did not like and that fight lasted a really long time.
After his nap, we headed to Walmart. I really should have stayed at home.
Have I told you how much I detest Walmart?
Well, I do.
And today especially.
Last minute Christmas shopping and Walmart should never be together in a sentence ever.
So while battling the masses, Lucas found my dish soap and dumps the entire bottle all over my cart. All over him. And all over me.
Then Ayden starts coughing.
Enter asthma attack.
I don't have his inhaler.
I don't have his breathing machine.
And I have to pick up Brandon in 10 minutes.
So here I am covered in soap.
With a cart covered in soap (things I really needed).
A soapy baby,
and a boy who is having an asthma attack.
I felt so alone at that moment.
I quickly grabbed a coke (caffeine works),
gave it to Ayden
I did make it to pick up Brandon,
which when you're having a really hard day it's the little accomplishments that count.
I'm looking forward to Thursday :)