Does anyone remember that show?
Ok so backing up a week. It all started with trip to 7-11. Oh the joys and fall backs of it being around the corner. I asked Sam if he could get me a diet coke and a little treat on his way home. (This was
pre-bet.)
Sure enough he comes home with the diet coke, sprite for himself, and....
a treat for him.
Uhhh. Thanks. I'll take that as a subtle hint. I am laying in bed drinking my diet coke. Yup, I know that is awful. Leave me alone.
Henry wakes up crying.
Oy its going to be one of those kind of nights. He is up MOST of the night. We have no idea why. Crying moaning you name it. Tylenol doesn't work.
So It was a long night.
Sophie has a field trip to the farm. I call Cara thinking Cash would love to come and keep Henry company. Henry Falls asleep as we pull into the parking lot. OF COURSE HE DOES.
So I sit and let him sleep for a little bit hoping he will wake up happy.
Cara comes as Henry wakes up. We get the boys loaded in the jogger.
Yay, we are all happy we are going to the farm. Henry immediately wants to get out of the jogger. I whip out my breath saver mints and let them go for it. Anything to keep them in the jogger. Phew. OK, we are on our way...
Oh and I forgot that Sophie insisted on dressing the part for the farm.
Yes, I let her wear
matilda jane to the farm...GASP!
The kids got to feed all the new baby animals and loved it
Well crap, it starts to rain. Yup, I am the bad mom who had her kids in shorts and dresses with no socks. It's all I can do to get everyone out the door these days.
Henry is not digging the stroller anymore.
We are moving along and we notice that Cash and Henry have finished the whole thing of candies. Did I mention they were sugar free?
We get to the horses. Henry is up at the fence with Cara and Cash...all of a sudden I hear Cara scream Henry's name as I look to see the pony's head coming through the fence. He thought Henry's hand looked like a great snack. Henry comes running and screaming. I can't get him to stop. He won't get in the jogger or stop screaming. I tell Sophie we just need to go. This kid has had no sleep, we are wet and most of all..MOM IS CRABBY!
What does Sophie do? Of course, start to cry. So I'm walking out of the farm with 2 screaming kids pushing an empty double jogger while carrying one.
We stop to wash our hands as we leave. Well the jogger rolls down the hill. This mom sees it and starts to panic. Cara and I are laughing so hard I am almost crying. THIS IS
SOOOOO OUR LIVES. I think the mom thought we sent our out of control kids in the jogger. The jogger hits a bump and falls back. I am just laughing at this point.
We get everyone home and fed and down for naps. I lay down with Henry to help him fall asleep. All of a sudden the WORST sounding thing comes out of his rear end.
Wanna guess? Yup, the sugar alcohol from the ice breakers gave him the WORST diarrhea EVER. We clean everything and I mean EVERYTHING up. Strip the bed, get new sheets, put things in the wash...and we are back down again. I call Cara and tell her what happened and see if they want to meet at the park when the older kids get out of school.
About 2 hours later I get a text from Cara~Cash just pooped his bed, EVERYWHERE. I had to laugh really hard. Of course he did. It wouldn't be us if he didn't.
So we get everything together to go to the park. I realize I have not eaten all day.
I'm starving and there is nothing to grab. Remember Sam's ice cream from last night? I grab it and a spoon. I think I will just eat a couple bites and them pass it around to the kids.
Guess again. It had been such a long crappy day...I eat the whole pint.
I get another text from Cara~I stepped in some sort of farm ^&%(% and dragged it all through my house. Again laughing so hard it hurts.
I pull up to the park and show Cara the empty container and we both laugh.
On the way home the kids were so hyper.(I watch 2 kids after school.) Lexi the 7 year old says, "Henry's crotches are not on."
I think she meant crocs.
I am glad I have Cara. We always have days like this but at least we can have them together. Then I don't feel bad when I see the other moms who have it so under control.
