6:47 take Corbin out of his crib so he'll stop screaming every time we pass his room and don't rescue him from baby jail. Put him on the floor in front of some toys
6:48 rush outside and get Reese on school bus, just in time. She is half awake, but she's dressed and has breakfast in her hands.
6:50 Carry shoeless Quincy back in the house and make breakfast
7:00 I smell something...
7:00:01 Follow the trail to one baby wearing a diaper that has exploded. Realize he must not have been changed into a fresh diaper before bed, and I didn't change him right when he woke up, so now the poo is creeping up the back of what used to be a white onesie.
7:01 pick up gross baby. Check carpet for signs of damage. Dry heave. Attempt to change diaper. Dry heave. Give up on the diaper change idea and put fully clothed baby into bathtub.
7:05 Hose baby off. Remove wet (ruined) clothing. Watch in horror as a dollop of poo slides out of clothing and into bath water.
7:05:01 Freak out.
7:05:02 Baby fills plastic cup with bathwater and drinks it.
7:05:03 Look to the sky and say, "Seriously?!"
7:06 Empty tub. clean tub. Clean baby again. Think about calling Mom.
7:10 throw away baby's clothes. Throw away my clothes.
7:15 step on a few of these
in the hallway, and think, "hmmm..."7:16 Follow trail to master bathroom, to find that the remainder of the box has been poured into the toilet, where they expanded and solidified the contents of the toilet bowl.
7:17 "is that.....?" Yes. Yes it is. Toilet had been used, and there's a dookie suspended in the bowl like a pineapple ring in a jello-mold.
7:17:01 flush toilet. Immediately regret decision.
7:18 unclog toilet, clean toilet. Cry. Laugh. Curse whoever didn't flush.
7:25 toilet is clean, but water level still won't return to normal. Put the lid down and just walk away, grateful that there are two toilets in the house.
8:30 Q gets dropped off at school
9:00-10:30 P90X and Hip Hop Abs with Darcie. Laugh at how weak I am, sample Pumpkin flavored Hersheys (what the awesome?!), discover that Corbin has pooped AGAIN, diaper breaks and he crawls away while I'm changing him, but secretly, I am glad because the workout gets paused and I need a breather or I'll never survive the "Superman/Banana" segment.
10:30 come home to a driveway blocked by several tractors, backhoes, caterpillars, and other large monstrous trucks scattered across my driveway and lawn.
10:35 guys move trucks, I pull into the driveway, and then get blocked back in!
10:40 "uggg, sorry guys, but I'm leaving again in like half an hour".
guys: "we'll move when you come back out"
me: I think you should move 10 minutes before I come back out, so I don't have to wait for you.
guys: no problem. Sorry about the hole in your lawn.
what?
10:41 discover 4 x 4 x 6 ft HOLE in the lawn, and mountain of dirt next to it, then notice that the whole front of my yard is under 6 inches of water. (they are burying cables).
10:42 try not to be irritated. Buried cable = less snapped power lines in an ice storm.
And it's not like I have a super nice front yard.
But, but...it's still MY yard, and there are crepe myrtle branches broken off and there are people smoking in my yard, and there are trucks everywhere and really...it's a big giant muddy mess
I give up on any hope of still throwing together a garage sale by tomorrow. Besides, where would they park? You can't even get down my street, and everything is covered in mud.
11:00 shower, think about how pissed creepy keith is going to be when they tear up HIS yard. bwahahahaha
11:10 get out of shower, get dressed, and THEN realize that I still have NO BLINDS in my front window. I took the old one's down when I painted my bedroom a few weeks ago, and I haven't installed a new set. Normally, this doesn't matter, because the window is neck high, but today...well today there are a few guys on trucks on my lawn like 15 feet away.
Yeah. Them. They probably saw me naked.11:30 pick up Quincy
12:00 Q naps, Corbin just cries in his bed for a really long time. I go in there and pick him up for a snuggle.
wait...he is still clothed, but where is his diaper? His onesie is still snapped closed, how the heck did he get the diaper off?
I finally find it shoved between the crib and the wall. Good thing I used a high quality, scrub-worthy paint on Corbin's room.
Laugh, cry, call my mom.
1:00-3:00
With both Corbin and Quincy asleep I sit down and get my paper on Kingship in Ancient Israel written. It's a beast, and I haven't spent this much time with my nose in the Old Testament in awhile. In the end I feel like I have a very well written paper. This is the assignment that was due the week I missed class, so I am excited to finally hand it in tonight and be totally caught up.
3:15 Reese comes home, Quincy and Corbin wake up
4:00
5:00 Dinner: last minute cilantro lime rice, black beans, and salad that turns out SO YUMMY.5:15 Kids refuse to eat the rice because there are "leaves and yucky stuff in it".
I cave and feed them corn dogs.
6:15-8:45 World Civ. Which I am looking forward to because
a) there is no poop there
2) tonight was "meet the pres of NWACC night and Dr. T is bringing pizza to class.
d) I've texted a couple of night owl gal pals to see if anyone wants to meet up for a late movie after class.
I excitedly hand in my essay.
Unexcitedly listen as Dr. T returns everyone else's marked up essays accompanied by a "most of you failed this essay, but there were a few C's" discussion.
Uh oh.
He goes on to state that if we have failed, he has failed, and that's a problem. This week's assignment is to re-write the kingship essay according to his edits and critiques.
I can't very well do that without him grading it first. But knowing that this essay isn't exactly my best work, (I did throw it together in two hours) I just ask for it back. He says he'd love to grade it first, and will email it back to me, so I can more successfully do this week's rewrite.
So now I am waiting on that, which is no fun, because who likes to wait around for criticism? I know I should expect it, because it is an assignment and all, but I realized tonight from the looks on my classmate's faces, and reading a few of the comments left on their papers, that I was sorely mistaken when I assumed that this course would be an "easy A".
The lecture was about Confucianism, Daoism, and how bad energy attracts more bad energy.
Uh, looking at my day, I'm thinking that's pretty accurate.
My night owl gals were both unavailable for a movie,.
I head over to my friend, Katie's and hold her sweet 3 day old baby for a little while.
She is totally perfect, and how an any day that ends with holding a newborn turn out to be that bad?
I head home determined to channel up some of that elusive positive energy.
I came home to a sleeping family, and an entire pan of goodies in my kitchen. Like, a whole pan. Brownies, candy bars, pound cake, etc. (good thing I did two workouts today!) and a nice little note from my friend. Little things can make such a big difference.
Today:
The girls woke up at 4:30am because one of them needed to go potty, then Quincy went crazy and wouldn't let anyone go back to sleep. I told them if they stayed in their bedroom until 5am, they could have brownies for breakfast. They thought was Christmas.
Corbin has emptied the trash once, and knocked a full glass of water off the counter. But he's taken his diaper of and covered himself and his crib in poop only once, today.
Of course, it's only 10am...
but those are just little things, and I'm thinking positively.
5 comments:
I was laughing and wanting to cry for you in equal measures. I had that day a few days ago. There weren't enough chips in the house to help me forget the awfulness of being pooped on and having everything else go wrong. To top it off, I spend three (!) hours that night halfheartedly folding laundry from all the "accidents" my three year-old kept having during her tantrums. At least I had the first season of 30 Rock to keep my company. I love that show so much I want to take it behind the middle school...
I have author recommendations for you if you still need Old Testament sources: Walter Brueggemann, Scott Starbuck, JJM Roberts, and Bernhard W. Anderson. These scholars helped me in my Old Testament lectures last semester.
I love 30 Rock!
One of the challenges of the essay is that I can't use any outside source other than the textbook and the assigned chapters in Samuel. Boo to that, I say. Thanks for the offer. I noticed that the course final is also an essay about kingship, so I wonder if that's why he's being so particular about this one.
That sounds so interesting but boo about the source nixing. How did you address the Judges era? Was it purely a secular essay/timeline and analysis sort of assignment or could you write it from a faith-based lense?
Sigh. I miss school.
I wrote about how the choice that the people made to have a king led them to captivity, both physically, as they became slaves to a king, and mentally as they became slaves to money and idol worship. I used a faith based lens. If only they'd listened to Samuel! We had such a limited section of text that we could pull information from that it almost wasn't fair. Plus, it was to be two pages maximum in length, so really only a page once it's double spaced. I didn't see how I could really get much deeper without using too many words. But in all honesty, I really thought it was one of those assignments where you get 100% as long as you do it correctly. Now that I know he's looking for more, I'm going to have to put more time into it.
Sorry for your bad day. I was glad that you got to come over and visit. But, lets just say now when I have a bad day I can come back here and realize I am not the only one that has those kind of days. Also, Reese was really cute at school the other day. Jackson was really nervous about standing up in front of everyone. So Reese sat there and rubbed his back trying to make him feel better.
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