Beautiful mess

The truth.  I have typed, and then backspaced every start to this post.  In hopes of making this life of ours sound perfect.

But it isn't.

It is filled with Wednesday mornings where an alarm clock - which happens to be my phone - doesn't go off because said alarm clock was snatched by an early rising 3 year old.  Where mama's aren't very loving to a certain 6 year old who is refusing to go to school because he just wants a day off.  Where a 2 year old gets woken up too early because of a rioting 6 year old at 6:59am.

and I just wanted my Mr. to get up and help.  He got up, changed a diaper, and bailed out to work as fast as he could.

I was fuming.  At him.  Maybe not at him, but fuming that I couldn't do what he was doing.

This parenting thing is hard somedays.

anyway...

Our day just spiraled to utter chaos from there.

Top highlights include:

•  ants creeping inside the house by a couple of windows.  I.hate.bugs.
•  A 2 year old who pooped in her diaper during what was suppose to be nap time and then proceeded to take it off.  By herself.  In.her.crib (for the second time in a week)...WHAT.A.MESS!
• This followed by an hour of screaming bloody murder by the two year old as she waited for her poopy favorite blanket to be washed and dried.  Yes, she sat in front of the washer and the dryer the ENTIRE.HOUR.  No amount of distracting would get her away from it and cease the fuss-fest.  
• a mid day, 45 minute tantrum, by a 3 year old over...I don't even know what.  To be honest, I don't think he knew either.  
• an email telling me I have to purchase an otoscope, and pay for summer term out of pocket...which makes me think I'm done.  So done, with school.
• and homework looming over me.  a long paper to write and finish in this next week, and statistics homework.  I.hate.stats.  So much.

But a 2 year old now has a sanitized crib, and is snuggling with a clean blanket.  My 6 year old came home from school and said "I love you to the moon and back times the biggest number in the world."  Dinner doesn't always require the touch of a mama...and cereal is okay for tonight.  We haven't had any screen time today, so I can use that as my crutch.  As annoying as Dora's voice is, sometimes it is worth it.  So I sit here, giving myself a moment (well 30 minutes really) to re-group, find my hidden patience stored away in a jar for such a moment, and take on the remaining 2 hours of this long, tiring day, solo.

Motherhood.  The hardest, and best job I'll ever have.