It started pretty much as soon as my feet hit the floor and continued as the day wore on. My girls, who are both sick, decided today shall be the day they test my patience, my stamina and my very being. With that said my son did his very best as well.
We all have those days. Our "to do" lists just keep getting bigger and absolutely nothing we do assists in its demise. I should have just gone back to bed.
That's where they both are now. My seven month old, who had already screamed her way through an entire sleep session, with constant attempts from me to settle her, continues to scream bloody murder. And my 4 year old has once again convinced my husband to lye with her in our bed in attempts to avoid sleep.
I don't know which incident hurt me more. The argument with the 4 year old, who although noticeably busting refused to go to the toilet due to a plaster she had on her knee. Four year old problems are real, and somehow it resulted in her locking herself in the bathroom because "she didn't want to make me angry". Way to make a parent feel bad! Or the 17 year old that faked a phone conversation to trick me into believing he was heading off to a friend's house for the night. Now the latter may seem lame, however there was a whole lot more to the story which involved me snooping on his cellphone and seeing that he referred to me, to one of his friends, as a hoe! And not to mention when I looked at his call list I discovered that he wasn't even talking to anyone on the phone and rather faked a conversation for my benefit.
Heartbreaking.
When did this happen? When did it all get on top of me and I start to lose?. How did I get on the back foot and how an earth do I get back to my rightful place, on top?
Another day, another dollar. Another great saying that although potentially could be true for some, I don't get paid... and even if I did, a dollar is little compensation for the heartache that I have endured today...
