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| My 3 Mischievous Guys |
Some days being a mom is just tough, and it may often feel like I must be the only one dealing with all the gazillion things that didn't go as planned for the day. But then I remember the lesson Alexander learned from his own mother - that everyone has their bad days! Hope you enjoy my version of a mom and her own terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day written by yours truly! And, yes, these events are based on a true story, but it's my story, and I guess I wouldn't trade it for any other. Just remember, every mom has their bad days - even the ones who live in Australia!
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I went to sleep with my contacts still in last night and now one of my eyes is sealed shut and when I got out of bed this morning I saw two out of three of my kids crawled up and sleeping in my bed and I tripped on a Batman push car toy that woke up the one kid sleeping in his own bed to a terrible scream and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
At breakfast David decided that he didn't want any of the pancakes I woke up extra early to make from scratch for him before school and then when I went to get him a bowl of cereal that he asked for instead, I realized that all the milk in the fridge was expired and had gone bad and the twins were in their highchairs with yogurt spread evenly into Matthew's hair while Adam had thrown up all over his shirt.
I think I'll move to Australia.
On the way to the door for school, Adam tripped Matthew while running towards David and I as we were trying to get out of the apartment to make it in time for morning drop off in his Kindergarten classroom. I said I wanted them to slow down, I said, if you don't treat your brother nicely one of you will get hurt. No one even answered.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
At school Ms. Erin told me that it was David's snack day today, but I hadn't remembered to grocery shop for any class snacks that weekend. On my way down the hall way, David called out to me that he needed his lunch box because it was his trip day to the American Museum of Natural History. Guess whose mother forgot about there being a trip? I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I could tell because I knew I'd have to go back home to get Adam and Matthew bundled up and into their double stroller to go buy a snack and David's lunch before the school bus arrives at 9:30am and then lug the twins with me this time because my husband was going to be late for work. And when I crossed the street to get back to my building I saw a sign on the Gristedes supermarket double doors that read, "Closed for Renovations until Further Notice."
It was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
That's what it was, because after school I took the kids to the park, and I decided to let Matthew give David one push on the swings and he scraped his nose and his knee when he fell back from pushing too hard.
I think I'll move to Australia.
On the way home my stroller tire went flat and then when one of the twins started to cry I decided to hold his hand and let him walk but he tripped and fell into a muddy pool of water.
So then we decided to call Daddy on the phone to come meet us outside and help us get home, but he said I had to wait because he was stuck in traffic on the West Side and wouldn't be home for another 20 minutes at least. When I picked up the baby to put him back in his stroller, I noticed that my other twin boy had gone from watching another "Baby Shark" video by Pinkfong on my iPhone to being on a call for the past 4 minutes. I think he called Australia. My husband finally came by and met us up at the corner and said please don't go to the park all alone with the kids anymore.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
David asked to listen to Kidz Bop music when we got home and when I told Alexa to play the Kidz Bop station, she wouldn't turn on. I checked the app notifications on my iPhone and realized the WiFi was not working in our apartment and when I called RCN they told me they couldn't help me because I couldn't remember the 6-digit passcode on my account. I hope you sit on a tack, I said to the representative. I hope the next time you get a double-decker strawberry ice-cream cone the ice cream part falls off the cone part and lands in Australia.
I made Rice-a-Roni for dinner for the fifth night straight and I hate Rice-a-Roni. There was "Baby Shark" on TV and I hate "Baby Shark."
At bath time, David wouldn't get into the tub because he said the water was too hot, I got soap in Adam's eyes, and Matthew was eating bubbles. While David was dressing up into his pajamas, he started crying because he noticed that one of the cheeks on his Pikachu plushie stopped lighting up when he squeezed his hand. I told him I'd look for new batteries to replace them on his toy and I bit my tongue while I was talking.
I went down to the basement to go pick up 3 loads of laundry that I left in the dryers since yesterday and when I opened them to take my clothes out, I noticed that all the clothes were still soaking wet. The knobs had been turned to the "No Heat" setting.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
When it was time for bed, Adam threw his bottle at Matthew's head and now he was crying inconsolably. David came out of his bedroom and said he was still hungry and would like another salami sandwich before going to sleep.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My mom says some days are like that.
Even in Australia.
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| Me, on a pretty good day! |
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