Let's Talk! {Part 2-Yes, I am crazy sometimes too}

I'm currently answering your questions or blogging about the things you have asked me to post when you commented on the blog anniversary post here.

Ruth said: "I like to hear about your personal stories - what's going on in your life so I know my craziness is not alone!"

Lest you think I am normal and that you are alone Ruth, let me tell you about the day I had today (which really was yesterday since I am currently typing this at 1 in the morning).

Wednesday night hubby and I decided to finally watch The Help. Good, good movie by the way and I encourage you all to see it. We ended up talking afterward and were up until 3 a.m. This makes me a crabby mama when at 8 a.m. Zoelle is in my room asking to crawl into bed with me for a morning snuggle. Meridian was curled up next to me sleeping? nursing? I'm honestly not sure as I was pretty sleepy still. I wanted her and I to keep sleeping but Zoelle wouldn't stop talking and trying to wake us all up. Xiomara was sleeping in her pack n' play and so I finally had no choice but to awake.

I found myself on edge all.day.long. I was crabby. I screamed. I was tested to the max right after I posted about working hard to become a gentle parent (doesn't it always work that way?). Of the 4 of us who were home the entire day, Xiomara was the only one who was consistently happy.

On days like this, I tend to really look forward to nap time. I was SO counting on getting some time to play with my new Kindle Fire, relax, maybe even read a book, along with work a little on the laundry I was in the midst of doing.

Exactly how I felt yesterday!

But then came nap time and my plan fell apart right before my very eyes. Zoelle didn't nap which isn't abnormal for her nowadays. But she also didn't do a rest time. Instead she kept talking to me, begging for my attention, which makes sense being that I was crabby and she just wanted her mama back. Meridian who normally goes right down for a nap, refused to sleep. So for 2 hours I had a crabby little girl who I tried to get to nap and just wouldn't nap.

By the time it came to supper, I was exhausted, even more crabby, and ready for Chris to get home. I had no supper plans and I refused to do anything but sit with my hood up on my hooded sweatshirt and play angry birds while the kids played around me. Chris sent me a text on his way home that said, "How do tacos sound for supper?" I texted him back, "I don't care...I've had a hell of a day and I don't plan on doing anything tonight".

I can laugh at that now, but at that moment I was dead serious.

Chris came home, cooked supper, and set before me a bag of my favorite thing in the world: Tootsie Rolls.

I finished out my night slightly happier thanks to Chris and a bag of Tootsie Rolls.

So yes, I have times of craziness and no, you are not alone Ruth.

Now I am off to bed so I don't repeat the same mistake I made today.

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