One of THOSE days...

I find myself wondering if there will be a full moon tonight, or was there one last night...


...or do rain + warmer temps = children bouncing off the walls + fighting all day long...


...or is it all just ME???



Yes, folks, it has been one of THOSE days. When you look at your kids and wonder who they are, where they came from, and who their mother is. When you find yourself saying and doing things that are completely abnormal. When moving the afternoon nap start time to 9:00am sounds just about perfect.



Today started out great, with my two kiddos plus the sweet little girl I babysit eating breakfast nicely together. Then the sibling fighting started, with the sweet little girl staring at the siblings like they are lunatics. Then it went to arguing. The snatching of toys. The spilling of glitter on the floor that I had juuust vacuumed and mopped.



It led to chasing one another, which led to just running around to get the energy out. But then that led to the somewhat brand new floor lamp getting knocked over and meeting its end, and glass all over the carpet I juuust vacuumed. (Yes, I love to vacuum! It's an obsession.)



That led to me removing hundreds of pieces of glass (then vacuuming again) while trying to keep a rather head-strong little boy off the carpet (who didn't listen, despite warnings of glass in his feet and boo-boos and a hospital visit).



This was all followed by an appointment to drop off kindergarten paperwork, which was preceded by a warning to behave "or else" but was followed by fights over who could look at the fish tank in the secretary's office, hitting, and high-pitched crying.



Lunch was successful, but was quickly followed by Caedon some little boy throwing a wooden train track at the sweet little girl I babysit and making her head bleed. A.LOT. This led to me trying to stay calm but running to get a towel to put on her head. My running led to panic and more crying, followed by calm instructions for my kiddos to get in their beds for nap. (Who knows...my instructions may or may not have been calm by this point.)



All of that was followed by a dab of ointment put on a 1/8-inch cut that had flowed like the Red Sea, followed by three or four concussion tests to make sure the sweet little girl I babysit was still alive and well. (These were mostly for me to calm down...the sweet little girl I babysit had long stopped crying, long stopped bleeding, and looked at me like I was nuts.)





And...


...finally...


...NAP TIME!



The reset button of all reset buttons. When the parents of the world rejoice. When I can piece my thoughts back together, move on, work, and figure out dinner. When I wonder if the parents of said "sweet little girl that I babysit", who happen to be our good friends, will still like me.



And when I pray that the next day is a tad bit less adventurous than this one!

A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book. ~Irish Proverb