However, this morning it seemed as though that day was today. We had a bad morning. I'm not talkin' "Oh man my kids are being kind of a pain." I'm talkin', "I now officially have a migraine and want to bury my head in this pillow until the yelling stops," kind of morning. Mommy has been very short on "mommy" time since #3 arrived. (No one to blame but myself there) I'm not complaining, I'm just saying, I wanted to dye my damn grey hairs and put some make-up on freshly cleaned skin for once. So I pushed the envelope. I dyed my hair. I took a shower. I made a stinkin' mess. Word to the wise, foam hair dye is made by a man named Lucifer in a factory called hell. This stuff is all over my bathroom, on every piece of white wood from the bathroom door to the shower floor. It's on my 2 year olds feet. It's on my feet. It's on my forehead. It is even on my chin and ears. It ain't goin' anywhere.
So between that epic fail, and all the screaming, I needed quiet. So I put all 3 boys in the car and started driving. (Am I the only person that straps their kids in car seats and starts driving just so they can get a minute of peace? I sure hope not) So that's what I did, I drove. And then, I realized that in my frenzied state I think I forgot to close the garage door. So back by the house we went. Garage Door Closed? Yes. Okay, to McDonald's we go. Finally the drive thru. I'm about to be rescued by bad chicken nuggets, greasy fries and 25 cent toys. Order placed, at the window to pay, no wallet. Damn. Back to the house we go. Nope no wallet there. Back to the van we go, yep, been there the whole time. Back to McDonalds. This is now the third time I have driven by the construction crew behind my house. I'm sure they think I'm certifiable.
Finally back to McDonalds, where I finally have food for the screaming children behind me. You'd think after all that I'd be done, ready to hang up the towel. But not me, I decided to push the envelope even further and go to WalMart. Only, at WalMart my sweet boys were sweet boys. They listened, they helped and they took bribes. A very important part of my parenting strategy. There is nothing I can't get those boys to do for a dum dum. And while at WalMart I was reminded of something. Even on our worst days, it could always be way worse. (This revelation was reached upon seeing two parents struggle with their 8 insane children) My boys are happy, they fill my heart with love everyday. (Even if they've spent the morning trying to drain the life out of me) They are a little crazy yes, but they are happy. I am happy, and more importantly, we are all healthy. I have what a lot of people dream of, but may never have. It's important to keep that in mind, especially on days like today.
