So many things went wrong:
It started with a work meeting that should have been 30 minutes -- it stretched into 90 minutes and added an extra 4 hours on to my day.
I didn't have a sitter come because I thought I wouldn't need one.
We have ants.
Girlie zipped herself INTO a body pillowcase. And she was thrashing around so much, I couldn't unzip it. So I had to cut her out of it.
I cringe when I think about how much screen time Boyo got yesterday.
BabyGirlie discovered how to climb over the gate in her room -- she put the hamper upside down, climbs up and jumps over. So I took the hamper away.
She raised me by getting the diaper box. So I took the diaper box away.
She raised me again by trying to stand on her rocking chair. Guess who fell and got a fat lip?
She was the worst.
She began throwing up at 9am.
When she wasn't throwing up, she was pooping. Normally on me.
At one point, I was literally up to my elbows in excrement.
Thus, during naptime, I began weeping at my computer.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" Girlie asked me. "Are those sad tears or happy tears?"
"Mommy's overwhelmed," I sniffed. "These are sad tears."
"Oh," she said and walked away.
She came back a few minutes later and handed me this. "For when you want to cry sad tears. This will help. It's a subscription."
|And then I was crying happy tears.|