After our wonderful day yesterday and a really solid nights sleep, its only natural that today would start rough, right? Right. Because WOW did it ever!
For the most part, the struggles were pretty standard. Little arguments getting the table set for breakfast. A good solid tantrum even before diaper changes. Discovering that the dishwasher didn’t run overnight. Things like that. But then the kicker.
If you remember, Solly had some bowel issues and has been on a laxative treatment for several months to help retrain his body. Its a long story, but I wrote about it on here a while back. Every morning, I stir his little powdered PEG treatment into his mix cup, and this morning was no different. As soon as I had it poured into his cup, one of my loving little offspring offered to go put it in the pantry. I accepted. Said child snagged it and headed off to the pantry, and as you can probably predict by now, I heard a crash, and an “oops.” I didn’t even look. I just asked “Did it spill?”
“Yes…”
It was no joke, either.
Not only was it all over the pantry floor, but the fine dusty powder went out a good ways into the kitchen. The closer I looked, I saw it was in the appliances, behind all kinds of things, etc. It was SUCH a mess. And a WASTE, also! I gave the kid the benefit of the doubt, but very quickly found out it wasn’t just the drop, but that they had been playing with turning the lid and it had fallen out of their hand when trying to lift it onto the shelf. Just a mistake, but a crappy one. (Ha! Laxative pun.) It was all too overwhelming, and I cried. And then, of course, aforementioned kid cried. And just because timing was fabulous, Waverly woke up, so she cried. The other kids flocked over and hugged and kissed me. They offered to help clean up. They were all SO distressed at the sight of me crying, which felt odd, because I definitely have cried around them. I thanked them for all of their love. I explained that the powder was super fine and would be pretty tricky to clean up well, so I was fine to do it on my own.
I pushed through the work, tracking the mess further out into the kitchen as I went in and out of the pantry. The word “mess” doesn’t really do it justice. I’ll stop harping on it. But it sucked. I cleaned up the floor in the kitchen as best as I could, and looked around to see if I could busy myself with a job to occupy my mind and work out some of my frustration. But, as mentioned, the dishwasher hadn’t run, so I couldn’t do dishes. I could do laundry but I have three loads to fold that are waiting for me already. Nothing else was staring me in the face, but I did have a crying baby. So I scooped her up, made her a bottle, and poured myself a cup of coffee. That was my job for the morning. Snuggling my daughter and drinking coffee. I also guessed what duplo creations were, examined pictures, read stories, and chatted with my littles.
There is no love lost, but it was a rough start for me in that way. It was really hard on the poor kid, too. I made a point not to be a jerk about it, but I’m a bit subdued at least. The morning ran its course, and the kids are napping. Except this little burrito…
but she’s working on it. It won’t be long now.
I promise, I love them all so much ❤️ My kids are easily some of the BEST people I know.
Wish us luck for the afternoon!