Some days are just a little harder than others. Today was one of those days.
For some reason, I've been a little on edge the last few days anyways, but today was a bit worse. It would have been rough even if everything had been simple and smooth running. But, it really wasn't so... yeah!
The usual suspects were up to their usual trick. Sierra and Theresa not eating due to autism induced pickyness. Pancake mix thrown about in the baby's room. Vegetable oil being poured into cereal bowls, and, had I not been quick, elsewhere as well. Children refusing to stay dressed, the bathroom being forgotten in favor of other places. Tantrums. Messes. The ever present need and asking for things that children can't seem to get away from. Very little cleaning was accomplished.
The evening was about the same to start. Sierra filled the waffle iron with something that took all the seasoning out of it. The waffles stuck to it, the eggs and bacon burned, children underfoot, more spills, Danielle fussing because she'd skinned her elbow and that she'd gotten less cheetos than everyone else, burning myself... finally, after the last straw broke the camels back... I turned off everything in the kitchen and shut myself in my room for 5 minutes. I played a few rounds of my facebook games then felt a bit better so with a renewed spirit attempted to reenter the kitchen and try again at dinner.
My bathroom sink was ripped off the wall and laying on the floor with both hot and cold at full tilt.
At this point, I can be quite certain some of you are amused. I would be amused had it not been me. That mix of half amusement and half shock, but then you laugh and it gets funnier.
I could not think of a way to clean up the gallons and gallons of water that had poured into the bathroom, kitchen, and down the stairs. I was forced to resort to the carpet cleaner. Which set off Theresa because she can't stand the noise.
There really were gallons and gallons of water on the floor. I lost count of how many times I had to empty the bucket. But in the end, it was put back to order.
I fell asleep for about an hour across the foot of my bed while 4 of my 5 children drifted off to sleep at the head of the bed. They are all now safely tucked into their beds, compliments of my husband... for which I am quite grateful
Now I can not recall what the point of this post was.
Ah well. Hope someone got some enjoyment out of it.