Today…
Was one of those days where I desperately needed to get ahead in my work and “life” happened.
Both boys had no school. I should have taken the hint there. But work deadlines…
By the end of the day the boys were so stir crazy they were throwing toys, dishes, shoes, and clothes on top of the cupboards and off the ceiling.
Jonah wanted to play with Jonny. Jonny didn’t want to play with Jonah. He wasn’t in the “mood.” Jonah started getting mad and hitting Jonny. I told Jonah to stop hitting his brother… and he DID! I told Jonny that Jonah just wanted to play with his brother. So Jonny felt bad. Jonny then wanted to play with Jonah. But by then, JONAH didn’t want to play with Jonny anymore and Jonny starts crying, “I JUST WANT TO PLAY WITH MY BROTHER!!!”
(don’t worry if you can’t keep track of who said what. I can’t either.)…
Meanwhile, I’m on the phone with my editor who is leaving at 4pm (it was 3:55). Im making corrections to a 20-page newspaper of which I am completely responsible for the entire layout and executing every last edit. I’m yelling at the boys over my shoulder.
Jonah’s therapist shows up early. (Great.) I’m still on the phone. The house looks like a bomb blew up inside.
At least the laundry got put away…
…Not back into drawers, but picked up from being scattered across the playroom back into the laundry hamper and hidden in the garage…again.
Jonah didn’t want to work today.
He wanted to choke out a house plant.(literally).
He was pulling it back and forth trying to get a rise out of me. I don’t know how that thing has survived all these years with 2 kids and 2 cats constantly trying to kill it. I picked it out when we bought the house like 10 years ago.
Anyways, I redirected Jonah and he started crying BIG crocodile tears. …not the meltdown screaming… the “Dad, you have crushed my soul” frown-y-face cry. The one he used to do as an infant that would rip your heart out.
So I started to console him and he shaped up, but got super clingy. He wanted me to lay down on the couch… to snuggle?
…no, no, no… so he could stand on my chest and knee-drop me in the midsection… repeatedly.
Once I was able to get him to stop, and the therapist left, I tried to put the house back together before Mama got home.
But Jonny was hungry.
I hadn’t fed him since breakfast. It’s 4pm. Im thinking, “I should get him some food. We have no clean plates put away. It’s all in the dishwasher.”
I unloaded the dishes in the dishwasher and then started loading dirty dishes. I got sidetracked and forgot if I was loading or unloading…
I probably put away an entire load of dirty dishes.
That was like half of the stuff that happened today simultaneously…
It’s bedtime now. I’m laying on the floor again. I don’t have the energy to write about the rest…
Hope your day was better than mine.
Night y’all.
