Slight Case of the Mondays

So today was special. It started out nice actually, and I thought that maybe it was going to be a decent day. We had a couple of errands to run in the morning, so that always means the day will be at least half productive.

That's when Monday threw up on me. I went to get cleaned up in the bathroom, leaving the littles to play in their room together for a couple of minutes. They have been getting better at this in recent weeks, but it only lasts for about 5 minutes at a stretch (I'll take it). Not three minutes into my teeth brushing, I head into their room to find every single toy they own on the floor. Their room was paved in toys. Three minutes, ARE YOU KIDDING ME. We I picked them up and proceeded to get them dressed for the day. This is usually the first major tantrum, and usually epic. Bubba hates getting out of his jammies and Birdie cannot stand having her diaper changed (and getting dressed). This happens twice a day, every single day without fail. Then there is the getting-out-of-the-apartment-OMG-JACKETS-AND-SHOES-NOOO0 Tantrums. Once we finally get out of the building, it is fine. Today the doorman was too busy reading his magazine to open the door for me and my brood in the double stroller. Whatever, I can handle it (can I get a memo on a doorman's job description PLEASE?). No biggie, really.

Both kids fall asleep as I walk from 28th street to 14th street to get to to Trader Joe's and Whole Foods for our weekly grocery stop. Decide to make a call to get some health insurance FINALLY. 6 calls in and I finally reach a person. I also run smack into some road work and someone using a jackhammer, WHILE two fire engines are screaming by. I lose the call. No biggie.

Realizing it is 12:00 and I need to be at the pediatrician's office at 12:20, I literally RUN from 14th to 34th street and arrive at 12:25. One elevator is out and there is a line to get upstairs. The Dr. determines Bubba does, in fact, have an ear infection and prescribes some antibiotics (HALLELUJAH! Last time we were there, the Dr. looked at me and told me I "wasted my time" coming there for a "common cold" Thanks, lady). Prescription gets filled in 45 minuted at the drug store across the street. I proceed to leave my other purchases at the store. No biggie.

Get home and try to put them both down for a nap at around 3pm. Doorman buzzes just as I'm reading stories and Trader Joe's drops off my first delivery. Both children fall asleep and no less than 5 minutes later, the doorman buzzes not once, not twice, not four but FIVE TIMES and wakes both children up. THIS IS A BIGGIE. I graciously thank the Whole Foods delivery guy and call the doorman, demanding his name. Same doorman as before. I'm beyond livid at this point. You can mess with pretty much anything else but DO NOT MESS WITH NAP TIME. This is my sanity hour.

Both kids up, I asses the kitchen. 8 bags of groceries to put away, and one of them is doused in pink smoothie. I love the delivery service, but every single time, something gets damaged. It's not usually pink smoothie.

I somehow make it through an hour of Candyland and HiHo Cherri-o and then Dr. J gets home. Huge sigh of relief! We had a nice scream-filled dinner (why don't toddlers eat?), and then it's bath time.

And this happens.





She looks tough with her Elmo and Cookie Monster tattoos, doesn't she? This little girl has me shaking in my boots, frankly. She's a little pistol- albeit a sweet pistol. More attitude than I have ever seen in someone so tiny!

They are both asleep now. Huz is studying and I numbed my brain with some Bachelor. Now it's off to do 4 loads of laundry in the basement. Sometimes, these days just need to be written down. At the end of the day, all I could do was laugh, especially at little Z in the bathtub half dressed. C'est La Vie!

Have a great week :)