Today was an awful, good for nothing, waste of time, crying, screaming, kicking and shoving kind of a day. I shouldn't have even gotten out of bed. I also shouldn't have picked up the house for the 1,923 time just to have the same damn book shelf torn apart. But, I did. I got out of bed. I cleaned the house, I made dinner and I attempted to be a good mommy. Just like every day. Some days are good, some a great and some a just down right terrible.
I didn't get to vacuum, sweep, mop, or wipe anything down. Though, I did get to pick up the same toys and put them away several times, make lunch for a very cranky bunch of children, unload the dishwasher and try to make two teething babies happy.
I did get to spend the day with my kiddos (though, cranky, stinky and sassy).
Trying to spin a terrible day into a good one when you are still bent about the day, listening to Clayton threaten Jack with timeout for the millionth time just makes one more bitter about the day.
I also attempted to craft during nap time only to get more frustrated with the damn thing.
Just a bad day.
Now, I'm going to sew something - I have no idea what and try to forget that today happened.
Tomorrow will be better.
It has to be.
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