Bad Week

So Tuesday was the proverbial "bad day." My little ones absolutely refused to listen from the moment they woke up, and that combined with the impending repiping that wasn't started Monday, I lost my sanity for the day. They refused to get dressed, nearly making me late to drop off the oldest at school, and I nearly left the grocery store twice because they refused to sit still and stay in the toy car part of the shopping cart. There were multiple minor and major meltdowns from both children Tuesday. The icing on the proverbial cake was me dropping my house keys into my coffee cup when we arrived home. It was at that moment that I realized there really were such things as "bad days," meaning days that are actually bad. I managed to get the kids upstairs, AND carried 60 pounds of groceries (everything I purchased) in one trip from my car, which was parked on the street, of course. I am amazed I made it up the stairs (we are 2nd story, of course, of course). We were confined to the dining area of our apartment because of the work, and I just couldn't take sitting their with the kids. They had energy to burn, so I packed them back up, packed up my laundry, and took them to Grandpa's to hang out with my brother and do laundry.

Fortunately, Tuesday didn't end so badly, and Wednesday started out wonderfully. Unfortunately, Wednesday night ended in screaming fits from both kids, and they had 4 with their babysitter (that poor girl!). I managed to get them to bed when we got home, but I didn't fall asleep until 2 AM.

Today is on the fence. I woke up okay, not fully rested, but not too terribly tired. Because I wanted to avoid what happened the last couple of days, I made the little ones breakfast, which is something I never do. I usually just give them cereal with milk. But I enjoyed making breakfast so much, I may continue this trend. They loved it!

Now, I sorta promised an explanation on why I have a babysitter: I work part time, and because my husband works full time from early morning to mid afternoon, I have my babysitter watch the kids for me. I typically only work Saturdays, which doesn't require a babysitter. But Thursday nights do, since I have choir, and when I work, like I did yesterday and will today, I have her come over. I pay her almost half of what I make (which isn't much to begin with) and she watches the kids for me. It works our rather nicely for both of us. Oh, and the kids love her. When she's here, it's "bye mama," and them asking her to pick them up. Win-win, I say.

Well, that's all for now. Hopefully, this week ends better than it started.

The Exhausted Housewife