Thoughts for Thursday

So if this post seems like a brain dump, it's because it totally is.  So I apologize in advance if it seems like I'm rambling...I just needed to get these thoughts out!

So if you saw my post on Instagram on Sunday, you saw that Aaron left that afternoon for the week for work.  It is crazy busy for him right now, so it's not uncommon for him to be gone 3-4 days in a row...sometimes more.  It's not usually a big deal, but this is the 3rd week in a row for him, with 3 more weeks to go. :(

How I feel most days I'm single parenting it ;)

Like I said, I don't have an issue with him being gone most of the time, but yesterday was just one of those days.  A day where I could. not. catch. a. break.  It all started early in the morning.  I woke to snow, which meant that school drop offs would take twice as long because people forget how to drive as soon as a little snow hits the ground.  So I planned our morning around the fact that we would have to leave at least 15 minutes earlier than normal to make up for the inevitable traffic we would be dealing with.

The next step was to get Linden up to get him ready for preschool like I always do.  It's always a crap shoot as to how he will wake up.  Some mornings he is the happiest, snuggliest little nugget, and others he will throw a tantrum if I put the wrong socks on him.  Yesterday morning it was the latter.  He threw a fit because he didn't want to take his batman jammies off.  Which then became a screaming match when I took them off, got him in his school clothes and I tried putting his socks on him.  Who knew that shark socks were so terrifying?

We survived that scenario, to just turn around and have him spill his oj all down his shirt 5 minutes after we came downstairs.  Turns out, that batman jammy shirt got to be worn to school after all. #youwinsomeyoulosesome

As he was contently eating his breakfast and watching bubble guppies, I let our dog out with strict instructions for Madden to watch where he did his business because we needed to collect a "fecal sample" for his vet check-up later that morning.  He was not excited about it, but that's one of the perks of being the Mom...you can make your kiddos do the chores that you don't want to, am I right? Haha!

I helped him watch for him to do his deed, and when he did, I sent him out to collect it with a gallon sized ziplock baggie (more surface area as to not touch the poop).  He came back in 2 minutes later and when I asked to see it, he started crying "I DIDN'T WANT TO TOUCH IT!  I COULDN"T PICK IT UP!" As I held back the laughter, I made a deal with him that if he picked it up, he could get a little extra time on the iPad after school. #momwin

After everyone was finished with breakfast, I loaded up the boys, the dog, grabbed my thermos of coffee, my dog poop and ventured out into the wintery hell wonderland.   Madden's drop off, which is only two blocks from our house mind you, took 10 minutes.  It then took us 20 minutes (only 10 minutes longer than usual) to get to Linden's Preschool.   Whew!  "That wasn't that bad" I said to myself after I dropped him off.  

Wrong.

Here is where things took another turn for the worse.  All, and I do mean all of the roads in town were at a stand still.  Nobody was moving.  It seriously took me 20 minutes to move 1/4 of a mile...I wasn't exaggerating when I said that people forget how to drive when there's even an inch of snow on the ground.  Getting to our vet normally only takes us 15 minutes from where we were.  Yesterday, it took us an hour.  45 minutes longer than normal.  And the best part?  I had a hot, steaming bag of dog poop sitting in my passenger seat.  Sweet.

We finally get to the vet, I drop him off, and head to get a quick workout in, before I have to turn around and pick up Linden again...I mean, 1 whole hour of my 3 hours of alone time was down the drain.  Fortunately, I didn't have anything else planned for that morning.

I pick Linden up, give him his juice box and crackers that he depends on to get him home (because heaven forbid he not have a snack for 15 minutes) when suddenly he tells me from the backseat: "Mommy, my tummy full. My tummy hurt."  No.  Just no.  But it's just wishful thinking because he is my kid that can puke if you look at him wrong. (High gag reflex)  And just as I turn to hand him a bag (because you learn after your child pukes in your car every other day, to be prepared) he projectiles crackers and juice all over himself, the carseat and my car.  :(  There literally is nothing I can do except wait until we get home to clean him up, so as a punishment he gets to sit in his own stinky puke for the next 10 minutes.

This picture doesn't do the amount of puke justice, but his face says it all!

We couldn't get home fast enough.  I stripped him down, (note, this is his third outfit change for the day) sanitized the carseat and my car, just in time to have the vet call to say that our dog was ready to be picked up.  We loaded back up, picked up the dog, swung through Dunkin Donuts because it's right next door, treated the baby to munchkins and mama got herself an XL coffee.  I felt I deserved it at that point.

Fast forward to getting home, where Linden proceeded to run to me in the kitchen, all while holding his bottom, saying "I gotta poopy! I gotta poopy now!"  We rush to the bathroom and make it just in the nick of time.  Whew.  that was a close call.  But the best part?  It wouldn't flush.  Who would've guessed that a 2 1/2 year old could clog a toilet?  Well, mine can.  So, I got to finish off my morning by plunging a toilet to avoid dirty toilet water flooding my bathroom.  Gross.

The day slowly but surely got better from there, but I swore up until that point that I was living my own version of "My no good, very bad day."

Mom life, am I right?

Until next time...