Wake up and get going as normal. But, my muscles in my back, hips and legs ache terribly like they have been for months. I'm used to it but it's frustrating.
As I'm getting ready, I start to feel sick. Like, head cold sick. And I think that maybe I should just sit out from work today. But, no, I keep trucking along.
Caroline wakes up in a wonderful mood and she's being "playful" in the bathroom as we're trying to go potty & get changed. She keeps telling me no "playfully" to everything I ask her to do. I'm getting emotional and start to cry. I don't have time to fart around all morning.
Get Caroline dressed and head to the kitchen to figure out what's for breakfast. This turns into an ordeal most mornings because she always wants to "show me" what she wants. Which means: I hold her up at the pantry and she points to everything from marshmallows to Cheez Its. That, 99% of the time, turns into a meltdown. But, heaven forbid I just fix something to have ready for her because she just won't eat it.
Get her cereal and put her in the bed with Daddy so she can eat, drink her "chocolate milk with milk" and watch Mickey Mouse.
Dry my hair and go eat my cereal. In peace in the den. Never happens like that.
She starts calling for me wanting me to come to her. I say "Can you get your daddy to help you?" since, you know, she's laying right next to him.
I'm able to get dressed and brush my teeth in peace. Never happens like that, either.
I'm ready to go start the car and put all my stuff in it so it's warm and ready when we walk out the door. I have in my hands: treat bags for her friends at school to take home, rice krispie treats for C's Halloween party at school, the bag with her costume & change of pants for the day, a bag with wipes & diaper ointment, my purse and my camera bag. I think I can make it out quickly before C sees me and freaks out. Oh no, she comes out of my room and sees me and thinks I'm leaving her. But, it's too cold for her to go outside with me since she doesn't have any shoes or socks on yet. I stand in the kitchen for 2 minutes begging & yelling at her to go back in the room with her daddy. I could have just walked out, but that would have been a HUGE meltdown and I don't like those before school.
She finally agreed to stand in the hallway until I came back inside. She's baaaaaarely inching toward me even after I tell her not to move a muscle until I got back.
Take some really cute pictures of her in her over-priced, under-worn Halloween outfit.
Put coats on, tell daddy bye then I dump out half of her cereal in the laundry room floor as I'm walking out with the trash bag in my hand, too. Had to put everything down and clean up. "What are you doing, Mommy? You forgot one right here, Mommy." Thanks. Can you not clean up, too?
Get in the car, almost get out of the neighborhood and Caroline asks "You got your phone, Mommy?" UGH. Had to turn around and go back home.
On the way to school, she asks "Are you going with Daddy?" "Go where with Daddy?" "Go home with Daddy and lay?" Just reiterates the fact that her daddy is always still asleep when I leave for school/work. And she's starting to notice it too. Starting to get more flustered than I already am.
Get to school, unload C from her seat and start loading up my arms. And drop the homemade rice krispie treats ALL OVER the parking lot. I start to cry. "OH NO! What happened, Mommy????" Clean that up and throw it back in the car and finish loading up my arms. And Caroline's arms, too. But, while we're walking up to the school, she keeps asking me to hold her cereal. Um, I can't...my hands are full. As we're walking down the hall, my stupid maternity pants are falling off my hips and Caroline is yelling "Wait for me! Don't leave me!". I guess I'm walking too fast for her little legs to keep up.
Drop Caroline off and hop in the car and call Wally to cry. And cry and cry and cry. Run over to Kroger to get ::cringe:: store-bought rice krispie treats. Yuck. Hopefully the kids won't know the difference. but, I do. Plus, these are not pumpkin shaped like mine were. Go back to the school and drop them off.
I should have stayed home like I wanted to. Thank goodness the day got better. I kept my head down at work and stayed as busy as a bee to keep me from having another meltdown. And it was a success. Only one meltdown yesterday.
