It is Sunday morning and I am at home rather than at church.
The boys were up late last night and both of them peed the bed in the night. Actually Owen peed the bed twice. So I was up really a lot with the boys.
And Olivia is still not feeling very well so I was up with her countless times through the night.
Basically I am exhausted. And my tendinitis is REALLY bad this week. My hands are all swollen and my arms are hurting. I can't even wear my wedding rings my fingers are so swollen.
Poor Owen. The first time he peed the bed he woke up soaking wet, blankets soaking wet, pillow soaking wet and he was FREEZING cold. Shivering. He came out of his room sobbing and shaking. I got him all changed and the bed all changed and got him settled and he fell back asleep. Then an hour later it all happened again. I couldn't believe it. Owen was so frustrated. I really felt bad for him.
I just couldn't handle going to church exhausted with three grumpy kids.
I am hoping that a calm morning at home will get the boys in a good mood for the birthday party they are going to this afternoon. But I must admit it is not going very well so far.
Owen is just miserable and has decided to take it out on the rest of us. He has been sent to his room for time out 3 times already. Now he is in there again for sticking his tongue out at me and throwing a toy at me. Lovely.
Aiden is actually being surprisingly good considering he was up late, up several times in the night and still got up at 6am. But he just won't stop pestering Owen to "play" with him... which for Aiden means "do what I say because I am the supreme commander of the universe and if you don't I will call you names and be generally mean to you".
And oh my house is such a mess. I mean really bad. And the basement carpet is damp from the rapidly melting snow and rain this week. Which is really not great since my mom is supposed to be moving in there in a couple weeks. Not that I have managed to get the basement livable for her yet. I am way behind.
And my laundry room is absolutely FULL of peed on clothes and sheets and quilts and I still haven't even gotten all the things Olivia puked on this week washed yet. I seriously have about 7 full sets of bedding to wash. Maybe more.
I am completely overwhelmed.
I walked into the kitchen awhile ago to make some tea and it made me all tense just being in there surrounded by mess. So instead of cleaning anything up I came back to my living room and walked all over the spilled cheerios and toys on the floor. Picked up my screaming Olivia (I had left the room and she was most upset with me) and she proceeded to wipe her snotty nose all over my shirt. Then Owen started his tantrum because he made the "w" wrong in his name on the picture he was making for his friend. Then Aiden got out the umbrella my mom bought him on friday and opened it up knocking over some more food onto the floor.
There is mess everywhere I look but if I put Olivia down she screams. I need one of those cool mei tai baby carrier things or something. But really, I am just too tired and overwhelmed to do much cleaning anyway.
So here I sit with a grumpy little girl on my lap blogging.
Mommy of the year here.
Moral: Don’t fucking tell me I can’t have cake
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