Do you ever have days where so much goes wrong so quickly that instantly a day that you thought would be decent enough becomes just the opposite? I woke up to the alarm this morning and still felt tired, but I wanted to get to Mass because it's St. Augustine's feast day and he's one of my saints, so I knew I had to go. Not going would be like bailing on your friend's birthday party because you wanted to take a nap. And while he's not going to give me crap for it, I will.
By all accounts, this should have been a great morning. Anthony slept through the night, I got to bed a a reasonable time so I had plenty of sleep, even if the alarm clock and I didn't agree on the waking time, and I was right on track for getting everything done in time to get out the door for Mass with one kid, Anthony.
Best laid plans, right? Obviously something had to go wrong. You know why? Because I thought to myself that I had a decent day yesterday all things considered. I didn't whine and complain to Bryan when he was at the office for about 12 hours and gone for about 14. I didn't lose it with any of the kids yesterday and I could have several times, but I didn't. I get some bonus points for being more patient than usual, right God? If not, that's cool. just make sure You remember I pretty much rocked it yesterday.
So the morning started to unravel right as I got out of the shower, because I refuse to count getting annoyed that my book was once again missing when I sat down this morning to read it as part of the long two hour day. Worse things could happen. So I step out of the shower and almost instantly I hear that the baby is awake and not happy. He's hungry and I'm rushing as fast as I can to get dried and dressed so I can go feed him. Once he's cared for I go to wake Katie and discover that she once again has opted to use a pull up for #2 instead of the toilet. I expressed my displeasure. And then proceeded to do waste management which included a bath minutes before heading out the door. Awesome way to start the day!
Ellie was dressed and ready so she was coming along with me and Anthony to Mass. Just as I'm walking out the door, Katie who just sat down for breakfast started crying because she wanted to come, too. So I had Madeline grab shoes for her and a granola bar and all four of the kids headed to Mass with me.
We got to Mass on time, so that felt like a success. Katie was relatively well behaved, although she did have a few moments where she was a bit too loud for my liking. And then, out of nowhere Anthony got me with a massive spit up that soaked my pants. It just kept coming and coming. I honestly don't know how this baby gains as much weight as he does with the amount of spitting up he does. It doesn't add up.
By the time Mass was over I was exhausted and ready to call it a day. Not exactly how I want to feel at 8:38am. I'm hoping the rest of the day is a little less trying. I know it's going to be a long day just because tonight's a soccer practice night which means the little ones and I will be hanging out while Bryan and the older girls are out of the house for about three hours this evening. Feeling exhausted with 12 hours to go isn't exactly encouraging.
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