Friday, November 14, 2008

It Seemed Like A Good Idea at the Time...

Well, today was one of those days.  We all have them, you know.  Ezra was up at 1:15 am, which was normal.  Then, Caleb was up at 2 am to go potty, then 2:15 am to blow his nose, then at 3 something am to tell me he had a bad dream.  Then Ezra got up to eat again at 4 am, which is again, pretty normal.  But he didn't want to go back to sleep.  So at 5 am, I just brought him into the bed with me and he fell asleep.  But alas, Caleb was up again at 6 am to go potty, and left his door open, so Noah got up and started getting into trouble in the living room.  I came to get him, and Noah threw a fit, so he ended up screaming in his crib for a while.  Then everyone decided it was time to start the day!
After breakfast we were getting ready for a walk, and Emma got into trouble for using unkind words with Mama after I asked her to change.  Then, Caleb threw a big fit and ended up on his bed (which was all for nothing, because all I was going to do was ask him to flush the toilet, but he assumed he must be in trouble so opted for crying on the floor).
The walk was a nice break, but I decided we all needed a do-over.  So, since my mom was babysitting the cousins, I thought I would take the kids over to Grandma's, which they love, and then take the big kids to the library to choose some Thanksgiving books.  When we got to the library, it was closed!!!  By this time, you just have to laugh.  I mean, really.  But, my mom ever-so-kindly made us all lunch, and we had some fun on starfall.com, and then came home for rest time.  
After dinner, Ben had to go to work (it's night shift week!).  A friend came by to bring over some hand-me-down clothes, and her two kids were playing with all of mine.  In the next 30 minutes, Caleb hurt his ear, Emma cut her gums and was bleeding, Ezra was screaming to be fed, and Noah did this:

TWICE.  They took the sink out of the play kitchen, and Noah climbed into the cabinet below the sink opening, and stuck his head and arms up through the opening.  You can't see in the picture, but there is a microwave above his head, so you can't pick him up through the opening (not that he would have fit that way!).  The only choice was to go back down through the opening.
The first time I helped him out (and told him not to do it again).  The second time I took pictures and told him he was on his own.  He got himself out.
Anyway... today was a day.  I can't wait to see what tomorrow has for us...

6 comments:

frisky said...

Aahhh, how I know those days. Yesterday was one for me too. I even had a grumpy old man yell at me in the preschool parking lot. I wanted to go home, curl up and cry on my bed. Instead, I had to keep doing those "mommy" things.

Andrea said...

I just found your blog. I had to laugh at this because this is very similar to my life right now! I have a one month old, a 2 year old and a three year old. It never ends!!

ATSmith said...

wow lisa! what a day ...

sarahgrace said...

Holy guacamole! Yeah... I have definitely had a few of those myself, and am now hoping that I don't have one anytime soon- since that seems to sometimes happen after you read about it (ya know what I mean?)

Christine H. said...

I'm sorry to say that you had me laughing at the onset of the story!

Sorry you had such a "day!"

Rebecca said...

Wear it like a badge of honor, sister. ;)