This week has really taken its toll on me. The kids behaved like they had just been released from a maximum security prison and were having the first round of freedom after 30 years. So, basically it was a zoo (a zoo in which all the animals are on crack cocaine). Seriously.
The Boy Child and Girl 2 fought constantly. I felt like a referee and after about two days my bell to signal the next round had worn out.
By Wednesday I was a woman at the end of her rope. Hubby got home and I gently unloaded on him (and by that I mean I got up really close in his face and whispered, "YOUR KIDS ARE MANIACS AND I AM GOING BATSH*T CRAZY. SOMEBODY HELP ME.") He decided I needed some R and R and booked me a trip to the Bahamas with some of my closest friends................oh, wait. No, that didn't happen.
What did happen is that he took away all electronics, every single privelege, and swimming for all of Thursday. What??? Swimming, too??? I know. He's rough.
And you wanna know the crazy part (which is why I am actually able to type this post from my desk and not from some cozy sanitarium for women with four kids who drive her NUTS)? It worked! Thursday was a dream. It started with another cake pop/donut holes attempt. (I know, am I ca-razy? Clearly, the answer is yes.) AND ended with piano lessons. There was minimal fighting and I got my second wind. Finally.
(I kinda wish my phone would have been charged or that I would have been able to find the actual camera when I made the donut holes because it was part drama, part hilarity, and part yummy. More on that when I either attempt them again or go out and buy actual donut holes and photograph them for you.)
Today was also a dream. We had a much needed relaxing day at the river and it was bliss (well, except for the part where I was still with four small people, not drinking an alcoholic beverage, and in South Texas and not the sandy beaches of Mexico). KIDDING! Kind of.
It was perfect. The kids are on DAY 2 of behaving like fairly normal people. Success? I THINK SO!
So, why is Pinterest a lying BEEP? Well, because she is.
I love my readers and they are what sustained me (that and some dark chocolate and some Lite beer from Miller) through this Momority pledege week.
My last post was a cake pop rant and I just love what my readers commented. Thank you. Thank you the most for complimenting my somewhat pathetic pops. You made my week. Every time I could steal a minute from the complete chaos that was my living room and make it to my desk to check my emails, I would read a comment and be happy. Then someone would throw a right hook, or pull someone's hair, or pinch someone hard enough to draw blood and I would have to go administer first aid, send short people to their rooms, and work on my discipline techniques (which are clearly lacking).
Everytime I was ready to pack my bags and move to a home for aging moms I would think of this comment left by Rantings of a Stay At Home Mom (who, by the way, has an awesome blog and is a baker in a different class than I). She said (among other nuggets of pure wisdom and genius), "Pinterest, you lying bitch."
Seriously. When you have a tough day this summer (which, if you have kids - you are gonna have a tough day this summer), I think we all can agree that this simple phrase will just make you smile and feel better. About life and about yourself. So, can I get an, "Amen?"