So today I was at a luncheon at the church for a friend who is moving to Idaho. I sent the crazies to play in the gym with about a bazillion other crazies. I got interrupted from pleasant conversations by my older two...that I HAD to see what Grayden was doing.
I found him in the men's bathroom; naked and sitting on a urinal.
It's been one of those weeks. The kind where even the sound of a child's voice makes me break out in hives.
Adding to it all: Two power outages. Not like a little flicker, but no power well into the wee hours of the morning. AT&T trouble; no phone or Internet for SIX DAYS! Grayden went five days without napping. He's two. Oh yeah, Grayden is two. That definitely added to my difficult week. Spencer's fully loaded school schedule is really starting to take it's toll. There are too many days where he leaves for work at 7:00am and doesn't get back until long after bed time. And a power outage when your husband is gone is really boring.
Plus the rest of the week was chalk full of late nights and early mornings, doctor appointments, watching friends kids (don't worry friends...I'm happy to watch your kids...it means I get to reciprocate), and the usual obligations. Blah, blah, blah, wah, wah, wah. I certainly am not implying that I have it any worse than the rest of you.
On the upside, I anticipated the entire summer to be this hard. I don't think this week was much worse than any other. I've just reached my limit. I've made it SEVEN WHOLE WEEKS without loosing my cool. Sure, there have been grocery trips from hell and all around bedlam for moments out of each day, but I've pulled myself together throughout.
I think at bare minimum, I deserve a nomination for Mother-of-the-Year. I don't expect to win. Once I can make it to eight weeks, that's when I'll start writing my acceptance speech.