Now that that horribly addicting song is stuck in your head, I welcome you to another week of Mommy Confessions with us.
My title holds true, though. Yesterday (evening, to be exact) was “one of those days.” Maybe you know the kind? The kind of days that you end by holding a giant glass of wine, with grandeur plans involving crying into the shower later that night before dragging your tired old bones to bed sometime around 10pm.
The kind of day that you feel like you need to check your “Mom Card” at the door.
Such an innocent face.
I’m going to break it down for you. It all started with a trip to Sam’s Club. Now friends, I hate stores like Sam’s. I know that you’re getting a good deal, and the cheap person who lives inside me should love that. But instead, it gives me minor heart palpitations to spend $25 on a gigantic thing of clothes soap. I know I won’t need to buy anymore for a while, but I hate the initial investment.
But I digress.
We caved and bought a membership to Sam’s Club. Vivien and I took off through the isles, and the weird whining sound started. If I could describe it to you, I would. It’s like a yodel, but way more annoying. Then the whining got louder, and louder. Finally, I took her out of the cart.
And, she had peed through her cloth diaper. Her entire backside was wet. She stunk of pee. It’s 17 degrees outside, and now she has to also be in pee-soaked skinny jeans.
Eli went and changed her, and that’s when the tantrums started. Red faced, snot nosed, tantrums.
I get flustered when she turns into crazy toddler in public. She ended up screaming the entire check-out duration, along with the way back to the car.
Then we get home. The dogs are upstairs in their crates, and start yapping the second the garage door goes up, so it sounds like a dog-kennel up in this hiz-ouse. I go over to use the restroom and Vivien barges in (her latest and greatest trick) so now the door is hanging open, and I hear all the shenanigans starting to happen around the corner.
I hear a little splash, and know she’s playing in the dog’s water bowl. Then, I hear a giant splash, and “Uh oh!”
This is her “Uh Oh” face. But not from last night, mind you, because I was still on the toilet.
Then I hear lots, and lots of splashing, and water spilling on the floor. She is standing up, with the giant bowl turned upside down, dumping the entire contents on to the floor. It’s one of those re-fillable bowls, so it’s a lot of water.
I yell from the bathroom, “Vivien, no!” and she get’s scared and starts screaming and running toward me, still holding the upside down water gushing out bowl. Then she slips and falls backward, landing in a puddle of water, and screams louder.
I finish up and run to grab a dish towel, and a glass falls into my (ceramic) sink and breaks into a million small places.
I felt like I was living in a comic strip. Except I wasn’t laughing. Maybe more like a graphic novel.
All I know is that there was an early bedtime for one little toddler tonight and this Momma is treating herself to one (or 4) chocolate covered strawberries.
Have you ever had a day where it feels like everything hits the fan at the same time?
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