It's only 10 am.
It's one of those days. I've vacuumed 3 times since 8. One time was the entire living and dinning room covered in popcorn, because I decided to pee.
All three kids are home with stomach flu so no matter what I do you can faintly smell diarrhea everywhere in the house.
Today I've stepped into slippers filled with hot wheels. I've been vomited on, yelled at, whined to, and also broken up 4 fist fights. I have two with fevers over 100, yet still have the energy to drive me completely insane.
I'm still in my pajamas and robe. I haven't eaten, I've been drinking water like it's going out of style. I have a migraine and now my stomach is turning. I don't get a sick day.
I know its just a bad day... that started at 6:30 and is long from over. I know tomorrow will probably, hopefully, be better. But I'm tired. I want some breakfast, maybe a shower, and even just 1 minute of silence.
It may not seem like much, but remember, most of this is my EVERYDAY.
I don't get to escape to a job. I don't have the financial luxury to run out the door and relax everytime Douglas gets home from work. (Although he goes above and beyond to try and give me time away when he can) So day in and day out I am often already on my last nerve, sometimes a month at a time before a break. prom garments in white color
I'm not complaining, I love my children. But the next time you see me OR LITTERALY ANY OTHER MOTHER ANYWHERE, let her know she's doing a good job. Tell her you like the way her messy bun looks today. Offer to buy her a 90 cent coffee.
Don't tell me it looks like I have my hands full. I'm pretty freaking sure I know that already, and if you're upset my child is having a meltdown in the middle of isle 7, then you can deal with it. I highly doubt you'll succeed. Because honestly....
It's only 10 am.