I try to remind myself often that this is my journal, not a lot of people read it, and although public journals need to be filtered from time to time, I try to let you take as real of a look into our 'window of life' as possible.
Garrett only took one nap, which is becoming more and more normal these days.
He had a melt down because I kept taking a pen away and wouldn't let his write all over me and himself, so I drew a tattoo on his arm. I know, awesome mom moment. Especially because we're in the 'monkey see, money do' phase of life.
I broke a grass in the kitchen. I tried to brake it's fall by using my knee, and I think it actually broke on my knee first before exploding on the tile floor.
Both kids got dangerously close to running out of diapers.
I looked at Pinterest and dug through my craft stuff for ideas for Addie's first birthday...because, ya know, I have less than 6 months to plan.
Addie took only one nap, and it lasted for six and a half hours! I started to worry at 5 hours, and even asked for advise on facebook, but she was as happy and energized as could be when she woke up.
I feel like I'm constantly surrounded by baskets of clothes that need to be washed and baskets of clothes that need to be folded and put away. But I do ok at ignoring it. (Pinterest)
Garrett spent a good part of the day pulling out every toy, every book, every kids DVD, every magnet, as well as some of my craft stuff, and putting each thing in a different place throughout the house.
It was grocery shopping night, which I dread. But it had been too long, and I figured it was time because Garrett had toast for breakfast that had honey and butter flavored crisco pan spray on it, and ramon noodles for lunch. (Don't judge, this is a safe place.)
Paul gave me a $130.00 grocery budget. Not bad, right? I started at Costco, and after getting diapers and wipes for both kids, I was down to $19.04 for food. It was the first time in my life that I thought I should maybe try cloth diapers. Then I remembered how I almost throw up when I have to wash out an outfit that is the victim of a blowout and I scratched that idea.
Unrelated to diapers, but related to money, I had to get gas in the van. I try to close my eyes when I fill up, but I accidentally saw the price. I forced it out of my head, but I think it was about $4.55 a gallon.
Needless to say, I had a lot of little things that were pushing me to wanting to throw in the towel for the day and go to bed.
Speaking of towels, it was bath night. Both kids were cranky. We were behind schedule. The groceries that we couldn't afford were all over the kitchen floor, which probably still had bits of glass all over it. Paul and I weren't fighting, but there was just enough frustration, mess, and unhappy sounds from the kids, that if you were looking in the window, you could have probably seen the tension.
I bathed Garrett while Paul turned on some music in the hall and took Addie to put all the diapers away. Garrett almost choked to death in the tub. He lunged out in fear, and drenched me. But it was fine because he needed to be comforted and the choking was my fault.
As Paul and I were about to pass in the hall, me with Garrett bundled up in his towel, and Addie in his arms headed to the bath, we both just started dancing to the music that was still playing. We didn't talk, we just danced. Both kids started laughing. Paul and I started laughing. Garrett wanted to get down and dance. Still laughing, towel falling off, he carefully held the corner over his manhood and didn't miss a beat. It was the happiest 5 minutes of my week.
I love my kids. I love my husband. This, sometimes less-than-glorious job as a full time wife and mom isn't so bad.