By interplanetjanetmom on March 03, 2011
Wah! Wah! Agh! I've hit a wall. It doesn't happen often. I feel like I have a pretty high tolerance for lack of sleep and the physical demands of running this household. But right now, I'd like to run up the white flag. The baby is throwing up, has been for days. He was already treated once in the ER for dehydration, and from what I can tell, might be headed there again. The hot water heater has been acting up and "the dishwasher of my dreams" has turned into the 'dishwasher of my nightmares' which necessitates *LOTS* of washing dishes. The laundry monster, which is daunting on a good day, is weilding a special brand of terror. There is so much dust on the tv and tv stand that the baby told me to use a baby wipe to clean it. The boys have cabin fever (oh yeah, me too) and Ethan is intent on covering every square foot of open floor with objects. He also acts as if denying him dinner in a restaruant every evening constitutes child abuse, thus calling me 'meany-mom' or 'poopy-hair'. Whatever. Although I have bananas, apples, pretzels, and goldfish crackers, I lack actual ingrediants for dinner. I don't have any spray cleaner and until last night I didn't have any dishsoap - thanks, neighbor! I hear lack of sleep, speaking here, but although I can admit that rationally, it does not seem to helping my real life, current struggle of feeling pretty defeated. I didn't get a shower yesterday and have not made it there yet today. The bathroom is dirty, and I don't really want to go in there anyway. There are piles of papers with things in them that I know I am overlooking. Slingshots, magnetic letters, geosolids made out of pipecleaners, Valentines chocolates, and snowclothes all need put away, only they don't really have 'spots'. So much for "a place for everything and everything in it's...." - oh, shut up!! There doesn't seem to be any amount of vacuuming that keeps the dirt, dust and crumbs from sticking to my socks, the Wii is not working. We should be working much harder on a kitchen remodel we are planning (a post for another day), but the minutia keeps getting in the way of all the errands I need to run. I took some pictures of the mess, but my photo downloading software isn't working - of course. I know everyone has their moments, I do. But for one minute (or two) can we just have a small and intimate pity party for me?