First, let me just say that I have a good life. I have a great husband, great kids, great family, some of the best friends, and we are healthy. I could go on and on. But today, today was one of those days. One of those days that I am thankful are few and far between. This is not a poor me post, I really just want to remember this day. I want to remember that bad days come to an end and I can choose to find the good in every day.
Today started out pretty normal. My hardworking husband was already working before I wake up to a sweet "mama I had good nap" from the H man at 7. We all get up and get going. We have a lot to get done before our weekly elective homeschool class. This week is P.E. We do school, run errands, meet at a friend's house for P.E. and lunch. My mom is having surgery #4 since Aug. 2 in B-ham. I am constantly checking my phone for an update. We get the oil changed, go to the grocery store and return home WAY past nap time. This makes two days in a row with no nap. Cade and I finish up a few things for school so he can head out to play.
I don't hear Henry. He fell asleep in the recliner watching cartoons. My guess is he only made it about 10 min. before passing out. I decided to leave him, even though he didn't have on a pull up. (He is mostly potty trained, but we still do a pull up during naps and at night.)
I sit on the couch for a few mins in the den and then hear the ugly cry from Cade. I get up to go outside to check on him. He and a friend had a bike mishap in the middle of the street. He had a nice face plant in the road as well as a skinned up elbow and knee. His nose and mouth were a little swollen, but he was okay. My husband got home just in time to see the bike crash and came in after he got the bikes put up. Henry wakes up a few mins later. He had peed all over himself. I have never seen that much pee. It's a good thing he was in the leather chair. I round up the boys for a bath and the tears start. Both of the boys are crying the ugly cry and begging to go to bed. I would normally be annoyed or ready to cry myself at this point. But I can't. I have to keep it together. We made it through bath time, but they are both still crying. Did I mention the crying started at 5:30? My husband had to leave in the middle of all of that to go back to work. I take care of all of the boo boos (Henry stepped in an ant bed at P.E.). I feed the boys the quickest thing I can think of for dinner....Eggos. Did I mention they are still crying. I give them both Tylenol, read them a story and put them to bed...@6:40!
I would normally call my mom and whine, but I can't. She just had surgery, again. I couldn't talk to my husband, he was still working. (He is trying to not have to work this weekend). I finally just let myself cry. I had kept it together longer than I thought I would. Sometimes it's hard being the Mama. But I am blessed. Tomorrow is a new day. I am thankful.