Wednesday, March 17, 2010

A case of the Mondays..

Monday was just one of those days. We have all been there, more than once. Everything started off fine, I was able to sleep in and I wasn’t late taking Sunny to school. Kids were fed and clean. But after about 3pm things seemed to fall down hill; although things could have been much worse than they actually were. I have always been known for my dramatic dictation of events.

I picked Sunny up from school, and the teacher pulled me aside (with other moms and grandmas). The teacher proceeded to tell me about the attitude Sunny has been showing towards another student. Here is where the conflict comes in because Sunny does not like this girl. What do you tell your child? For me, it is really hard to tell her to be friends with someone she does not like. But I sucked it up, I told Sunny that she should ignore the child and be nice to here when she had to. I am sure this will not be the last time this occurs but it was kind of embarrassing.

Well, later that day I lost track of time and realized that I was starving my children when I looked at the clock and it was 6pm and I had not even given a second thought to cooking dinner. So while I was whipping up some breakfast (for dinner) I put Biggie in his highchair. Standing 5 feet away from him I did not have any clue that he had gotten a hold of a pen. He then proceeded to create artwork on his body, without me having any clue as to what he was doing. By the time I got a hold of him he looked like this. What is up with my kids and pens?  You may remember some artwork Sunny posted for me last month.

Look at this face, it says "what me, I didn't do anything".

I guess it could have been worse, at least it didn’t say “I hate you” or “Mommy is fat”.  :)

To top all that off, when I had both the children in the bath tub, Biggie decides that it’s a potty and does the “poop poop” in the tub. SO not cool. Especially since I had just cleaned the bath tub (which I despise doing) the day before.

Afterward, Biggie thought he would give me a heart attack by doing this.

What can I say though? In the end of the day, when the kids are fed, clean, and asleep it all really does not matter too much anymore. When you can sit down and think about it, you thank God for helping you make it through another day.

How was your day today?