I am having a day where nothing seems to be going right.
I got to sleep in, which is to say I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to the sounds of the boys talking to the daddyman. But the daddyman had to leave early for an appointment he neglected to give me all the details of until a middle-of-the-night feeding, so sleeping in led to rushing around trying to get everyone fed, clothed and out the door on time.
Things were going well until I went to the bathroom and heard, "There's poo in my room, Momma!" It wasn't poo. It was pee. The Boy won't pee on the potty, but he somehow managed to pee out of his diaper and down his leg.
While I was changing him, The Lad slimed himself with mucousy spit-up.
The Boy picked up his toys while I was changing The Lad, but then proceeded to have a major fit over I-don't-even-know-what. We ended the morning with me using my steely voice and him crying. "I'm angry!" around a mouthful of blanket. "Me, too!" I said.
He calmed down in the car, and we made up with a hug outside of daycare. But his inability to swing -- damn cast -- meant I left him sobbing in the arms of Ms. D -- again.
When The Boy is extra whiney in the morning or throwing fits, we send him back to bed for a do-over.
I want one