Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
Have you ever read the children's book? I had a day just like his...
(maybe worse)
It started at 5:30 a.m. when Elan was yelling, "MOMMY!"
I hopped up running into his room, "Elan? Honey, what is it?"
"Mommy, is it morning?" No way...
"No, sweetie, lay down and go back to sleep. It's still very dark outside."
15 minutes pass...
"MOMMY!"
I get up again. "Yes, Elan? What's wrong?"
"My chin hurts."
"Ok, let me put some Vaseline on it. Now, lay down and get cozy and go back to sleep."
15 more minutes pass...
"MOMMY!... MOMMY!... Mommy! Mom?
Grrr... "Elan. It is the middle of the night. You need to go back to sleep. This is crazy! You are going to wake up Mac and Anna! What is wrong this time?"
"I have a booger."
"Well, it will have to wait until morning."
15 more minutes pass...
"MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!... Mommy! Mommy!..."
He apparently isn't going to go back to sleep...
"ELAN! Mommy has had enough! This is ridiculous! I have been up 4 times in 45 minutes. Let's get up. You are going to be so tired today..."
I get him in a comfy chair, turn on Disney Channel and warm up a cup of milk. I hand it to him and he starts to cry.
"I want to go back to bed! I'm tired! I don't want milk! I don't want to watch a show!"
Oh boy, buddy... You are going to sit there and watch a show and drink your milk if I have to tie you down to do it...
"Elan, if you want to go to bed, then go, but I am up for the day."
So, he marches himself upstairs at 6:15 and climbs back into his crib and sleeps for 2 more hours.
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Then, I find out I have to have surgery on Monday morning on 8 teeth. I have some serious gum recession... so bad I have to have donated gum tissue. Yes, a cadaver in my mouth. Eww...
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We go to the park today because it's gorgeous and I take my camera along in hopes to get a great fall shot of the kids. Literally, it turned into a wrestling match. I'll post those WWF pics tomorrow.
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On the way home, car crash. Yep, I totally ran into the back of someone. Kids crying, cops flying, mommy sighing... can this day get any worse?
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I think it's official: I am a worn out, frazzled mommy. I'd be happy to be a glutton on dark chocolate, then drown in a pool of stout beer.