It was a rough day. The twins were up several times last night, woke up early and instead of greeting me with happy faces when they did wake up, it was a couple of teary-eyed, smeared snotty noses and pouty lips that howled at me. Yay, another day.... Not.
After getting Emma and Elizabeth off to school, I gave the twins a bottle and settled them into their cribs with their special blankets and binkies. Ahh, now I can have breakfast and watch the host chat on Regis and Kelly. Then I could maybe exercise, shower and fold the literal mountain of laundry that I've been accumulating. Me and my bowl of cereal sat down on the couch amid cries and screams coming from down the hall. I knew they had to be tired. I was going to wait it out- surely they would crash before too long.
Long story short, after lunch we tried the nap thing again and that lasted about 40 minutes. I tried to sneak in the bedroom and rescue Annie before the howls woke up her sister. Alas, 'twas not to be. It was 1:07 and I had three children crying and no idea how we were going to make it until Daddy got home.
That's when my Pity Party started. Minus the chocolate or ice cream. It isn't a proper Pity Party without one of those two items, and we had nuttin'. No chocolate. No help for hideously long days. No recent comments on my blog. Unwilling to brave going out alone with these rotten children to go buy more cough medicine for Elizabeth. Hadn't been out of the house alone in days. Getting absolutely nothing done today. House is a disaster. Boo hoo. Poor me.
I was in an even better mood when Ryan got home. You know, more crying, more whining, more acting out, more snot, all do great things to the mood. An hour later, Ryan chased me out of the house to go to the library and then to pick up dinner on the way home for the weary masses.
I did feel a lot better after leaving the insanity for a while. Thanks to my great and wonderful husband!