Today was one of those days that makes me wonder why I thought being a parent would be a good idea, much less a parent of two. Let’s see:
Alex was up at 5:00 A.M.
We left the baby bag at the farmer’s market this morning. Luckily, it didn’t take us long to realize this. I was able to go back and get it. But while I did:
Alex, still potty training, refused to use the potty. Not an accident. A flat-out, “No, I don’t want to use the potty.” He proceeded to poop in his pants. As Molly had to feed a fussy Patrick, Alex happily sat in his poopy pants until I got home from the emergency baby-bag rescue mission.
While I cleaned out the poop that had been ground in to Alex’s underwear by him sitting in the chair, Patrick proceeded to vomit green beans all over Molly.
Alex, the kid who was up at 5:00 A.M., refuses to nap.
Alex & Patrick go to a birthday party at Gymboree. The party goes well. But the combination of up-early-no-nap-hyper-from-party leads to one exhausted and fragile child when we get home.
All day, Alex has a runny nose. At the end of the day, he complains of his ears hurting.
When we get all the kids in bed for a little bit of peace, Molly finds that Cleo has thrown up on our bed.
Some days are like that.