Do you ever have a day that just makes you want to cry? Yeah, I'm having one. There's not any one major bad thing that's happened. It's more the accumulative effect of 100 little things that have gone wrong (or just not gone the way i expected).
No one has come to look at our house for nearly two weeks. I'm sick of cleaning it every time we want to go somewhere, just in case a realtor does call. Eli only took a 30 minute nap this morning. Lila said she didn't want to bring her snack and drink out of the car and then decided she was thirsty (and later hungry) almost as soon as we got to the playground. Lila wanted to sit on the bench beside me, rather than playing. I couldn't put Eli on the ground because there were ants. Lila wanted to be pushed on the swings while I was in the middle of giving Eli his snack. Eli spilled water all over himself. Eli fell over my legs and scraped his face on the sidewalk. Lila didn't want to leave the park. I hadn't been dressed for two hours before I had a mysterious substance crusted onto the shoulder of my shirt. Eli fell asleep in the car, just before we made it home to eat lunch. Lila refused to eat because I cut her sandwich into triangles the 'wrong way'. Lila decided she wanted to eat her lunch AFTER quiet time. Lila decided she wanted to eat her lunch BEFORE quiet time. Lila threw a fit when I put her in quiet time. Lila wanted me to bring her books into quiet time, but refused to ask politely. Lila made so much noise with her fit that she woke Eli up from his nap after only 15 minutes or so. Lila finally asked politely for her books, then got angry because I brought her the WRONG Bible. Eli wouldn't go back to sleep (or couldn't because of the continued fit throwing). Lila threw toys against the wall. Lila wouldn't stay in the room. Lila threw more toys. Lila threw books. Eli made a giant mess of me, himself, the high chair, and the table as he ate lunch. I discovered a small hole in one of the two pair of short pants that fit me. The house is still a mess, so we can't go anywhere this afternoon until I get it cleaned up. I'm not going to get any sort of break from the kids because I took away Lila's daily video when she was throwing her fit. I went to tell Lila that her quiet time was over and found that she'd thrown all her toys and books in the floor as well as pulling all the sheets, blankets, and pillows off the bed and throwing them in the floor (then she passsed out on top of the pile, which i have to admit is cute).
What I should be doing right now is waking Lila up so that she doesn't have trouble going to sleep at bedtime, but I decided to type out this post first. I needed to vent and I needed a few more minutes of peace before I wake her up and deal with the drama that is sure to follow. (after all, her lunch is now cold and she doesn't get to watch a video. no good can come of that.)
Have you ever seen a sheep give birth to a cat before?