The past couple of days have been a little crazy around our house, to say the least. Let me just give you a little glimpse of what my day was like yesterday. Actually, it started out Thursday night, when we had some family issues and I was up until 3 a.m.
Friday morning 6:30 a.m. Brooklyn wakes up because her pull up has leaked through her jammies and soaked everything. Thus, waking up Zach and they were wide awake. (mind you, I went to bed a 3.)
Friday morning 10:00 a.m. Brooklyn announces that she has peed on my bed. I couldn't believe the amount of urine that had traveled all over my bedspread, all three throw pillows and her stuffed cat. I was so angry.
Friday 11:05 a.m. Zach and Brooklyn are downstairs watching a show while I am trying to clean up around the house. I hear Zach crying saying "mom help! mom help" I go downstairs andBrooklyn has managed to wrap my fathers excercise rubberband that is hooked to the treadmill (accident waiting to happen) around her neck several times almost to the point where she can't breathe. Zach is hysterically crying saying "Brooklyn!! Brooklyn!" I managed to unwrap the band from around her neck and then had to unravel the mess that had tangled in her hair like you wouldn't believe. She was bawling throughout this whole ordeal and it did scare me a little too. I thought I was going to have to cut her hair out because the band was wound so tight in her hair. It took a lot of pulling and twisting, and her crying, but we managed to free her hair without any damage. Zach was picked up for school still crying. What a sweet big brother. I just have to say, that was a very tender mercy that he was down there when this happened. It really scared me.
Friday 12:30 p.m. I walk into the kitchen and Brooklyn has a huge smile on her face and says, "I cut my hair." I looked down and there was hair all over the front of her shirt. Oh man, was I pissed. You can't even tell now that she cut it, but at the time, I was REALLY upset.
Friday 4:40 p.m. Brooklyn announces that she has peed her pants on the stairs.
Friday 5:30 p.m. Brooklyn announces that she has peed on her floor. By this time I lost it, I stripped her down and left quite the red handprint on her naked little bum. I then sat her down on the naughty chair, completely naked.
If you had enough patience to read through all of this, I will let you know she didn't almost die today, she didn't cut her hair today, and she didn't have one accident. It's been a much better day.
I'm sure you're wondering: And she is pregnant with another one? Is she crazy? Well, my motherly instinct is telling me it's a boy, so lets keep our fingers crossed.
I love my children dearly, but I am in need of SERIOUS break.
Ok, that's all I am going to boob about.
8 months ago