That isn't a Cheerio

Worst. Mom. Ever.

Yes. That was me yesterday. Worst mom on the planet.

Well. . .

The day started off as the day from hell (and I mean it, no amount of Hail Mary's would have saved this day). My sweet little angel woke up at 4:21am ready to party. Hubby and I took turns trying to get him to sleep, occupying him, playing with him and essentially giving up and letting him run around the house like a circus freak.

Our early morning led to a very crabby toddler who would not nap. Seriously. Would. Not. Nap. I have never seen a child act so bratty grumpy as my child did yesterday. He was literally walking around the house whining. Just walking around whining. Room to room. Usually when he is in a whiney mood we just leave, go for a drive, walk around the mall, find a park-anything to get him out of the house and happy again.

It didn't work this time. We literally went from 4:21 am to 8:00pm with a crabby kid who wanted nothing to do with anything but himself and his little grumpy pity party. Maybe he knew Elmo was on re-run or something.

I don't know.

By the time dinner was over and I was trying to get the little angel into the bathtub I had had it. I had nothing left to give. This of course is when he decides to go all rambo baby on me. Running around the house, trying to jump into the filling bath tub while still dressed, tearing his training potty apart, throwing things. This kid had to have been trying to get me going.

It worked.

I lost it. I mean lost it. I was acting like my own mother. I wont go that far because I wasn't under the influence of anything other than a very naughty little boy, but I was yelling. Not nice Mommy, not nice.

While I was in the poorly thought out idea to get the kid to sit down on the floor while I finished getting the bath ready, mid yell my hubby walks in the door.

Busted.

He graciously offered to take over. I turned him down, feeling guilty that I let a toddler get the best of me. So together we bathed, jammied, played and read to our little boy who suddenly became a little sweetheart. Maybe I just needed to wash the monster off of him.

Yesterday wasn't exactly one of those days that make you think of "the joys of motherhood." I never dreamed of days like that when I was pregnant and so excited about having a baby and taking care of that baby every day. No mother dreams of these days, but they do happen. Every mom breaks down, gets frustrated and lets the little "monsters" win. Days like yesterday just remind me how lucky I am when my little guy wants to cuddle with me on the couch and watch Mickey Mouse. The good definitely out weighs the bad in our family and I am so thankful for that. My son is healthy and happy (most of the time). So a bratty grumpy day here and there are nothing I can't handle.

I will remember that next time he is being a monster. I will. I promise.

Broken

I am about to write something that I never envisioned myself writing or even happening when I thought about what motherhood would be like. My son broke my toe. Yes, that is right. I said it. My sweet and angelic little boy threw a very large can of tomato sauce out of the grocery cart right onto my big toe (I almost only ever wear flip flops). There I stood, right by the fresh fish at my local Safeway store, wanting to scream, cry, pass out, and possibly give my child a public spanking (I didn't) and I literally could not move because it hurt so bad. I obviously didn't think it was broken because I hobbled around the store to finish my shopping, feeling like I couldn't breath the whole time.

When I finally finished my shopping and got in the car I realized that I couldn't drive very well, but of course all of my relatives who live in a five mile radius couldn't be bothered to answer their phones. So I drove my son and myself home. I've never had a bigger case of road rage in my life. Like people should have known from looking at my car that I wanted them to "get the hell out of the way. . .my baby broke me and I want to go home and cry!!!!!!"

They didn't.

Luckily, my little brother did eventually answer his phone and come over to help out.

My son, well, he must know he did something not so nice to Mommy (even though I know it was an accident-that he hit me, not that he threw it), he was so lovey all day, just wanted to come and hug me. It is really hard to be mad at a little boy who is being so sweet.

Anyone know a good remedy for an injured toe??

Have you seen my ipod?

CRAP!

I am finally dealing with my ipod after my computer crashed and I had to start over. Well I was trying to deal with my ipod. I left the room for two minutes to come back and find the ipod missing and a very guilty look on my sons face.

If only he could talk, maybe he would tell me what he did with it. Or I would have to bribe him with a cookie. Bribery doesn't work very well when the subject doesn't understand what I am saying.

Crap!

My Day

Here is a vague glimpse of a day in the life of Ella and Danny.

7:04-My wake up call gets me up late for the second day in a row (usually my son is up at 6am on the dot).
7:10-Waffle is in the toaster, I peel a banana for a very impatient 14 month old.
7:45- Diaper time.
7:55- Water the plants on our little deck before we turn on the TV just in time to watch Curious George.
8:00- Watch CG and chase Daddy around as he gets ready for work.
9:00- We say goodbye to Daddy. My son cries and tries to go with him (am I really that bad).
9:30- The little one wont hold out for Sesame Street. . . Nap time.
9:35- I check my email and do a little facebook-ing.
10:00- Laundry and cleaning up the house a little.
10:45- Danny wakes up. Short nap.
10:46- Diaper time.
10:51-Snack time which turns into me holding Danny captive in the highchair while I get a lunch packed to take to the pool.
11:13- Leave for the pool (my Grandma's house).
11:35- Visiting with Pop-Pop (my dad) and Uncle Joe (my brother) poolside.
Noon- Danny eats his lunch outside. Rather, Danny throws his lunch on the deck and Uncle Joe gives him a cookie.
12:45- Danny goes swimming while I get ready to bare it all in a bikini.
1:00- Swimming pool fun for Danny, Uncle Joe and I for the next hour and a half.
2:30- I sunbathe while Danny plays like a good boy on the deck.
2:32- I catch Danny trying to run back to the pool. Time to pack up.
3:00- Danny falls asleep on the way home.
4:30- Danny wakes up, we play.
6:10- Dinner is ten minutes late which pisses Danny off. He is in and out of the kitchen every 3 minutes to check if I've taken anything out of the oven.
6:14- Danny is in the highchair enjoying lasagna, broccoli and a cresent roll.
7:10- Bath time.
7:40- I tell Danny he can get one thing off the bookshelf for me to read. He slyly gets the box of alphabet books. "I'll show you mom, I got one thing that contains 26 books." I read all 26 alphabet books.
7:56- Daddy walks in just in time to say goodnight to Danny who is in his crib by 8.

I spend the rest of my evening catching up with an old friend on the phone and then hanging out with my husband.

We couldn't have had a more perfect day. It may seem boring to some, but this is the life I dream of. I am so blessed to be a stay at home mom all summer.

Hi. . . Remember me?

May 13th?? Seriously. . . Where have I been? I must have taken advantage of not having to be attached to my computer every night with my short break from school. I have had a busy couple of weeks and an even busier month of June ahead. I have already attended two graduations and three family cookouts in the last two weeks. Coming up I have a bachelorette party, a wedding and another bachelorette party all in consecutive weekends. Also, an exam for one of the THREE summer courses I am taking each weekend of the previously mentioned events. EEEEK.I can't promise that my little boy will stick to his schedule and go to bed on time during this busy time, but I can promise he'll be fed and dressed. So much for being a perfect mother right?

On a happy note I have my first tan in two years! I was too busy breastfeeding and taking care of my newborn all last summer that I didn't spend anytime in the sun. I feel like a new woman with a little color on my body. . . It really is the little things.