Bad Sunday

 So I had every intention to post this on Sunday night...but, I didnt. We had a very long, and when I say long, I mean lonnnng, and frustrating day Sunday. My loving hubby was on the last 24 of his 48 hour shift, and the girls drove. me. crazy. The morning started like every other morning. The girls woke up at about 8, and I got up, changed Addys diaper, and got breakfast prepared. They ate breakfast, and played well while I picked up the house. Then I decided to sit down on my bed and read. For ten minutes. NOT a good idea. Izzy came into my room with chocolate on her face. I had no idea what I was in for. I went into the playroom and discovered that she had gotten her AND her sister each a pudding cup out of the fridge and somehow managed to open both of them. So I got to clean up chocolate off of both kids, the table, and the walls! Ok, that was mostly my fault for thinking I could sit down and read. FOR TEN MINUTES. So, that wasnt the end of the world. Then, we had to leave the house to run some errands. By this point, it was mid afternoon and Addy had already had her nap in. Good right? I had gotten myself ready, Addy changed and dressed, diaper bag packed, Izzy dressed, and then came shoes. Izzy is a freak about her shoes. Always. This day, she insisted on wearing goofy character socks with her pink jelly shoes. She was wearing a dress. The answer was "no." On a normal day, she would have just taken the "no" and put on her jellies, sans the socks. Not on this day. She had a meltdown. Meltdown is actually an understatement. She kicked and screamed, cried and threw a ridiculous fit..because I would'nt let her wear socks with jellies. At this point, I didnt even care to take my child out of the house looking like a dork wearing socks with jellies and a dress. But I couldnt give in to her tantrum. So it went on, and onnn. I put her in time-out, threatened to take things away, and ended up putting a favorite baby in the basement (worst punishment ever!) before it finally stopped. While all of this was going on, Addy was playing in the playroom, where apparently also housed a cup of Izzy's juice from lunch. When I finally got Izzy's tantrum under control, I went to pick up Addy so we could leave, and discovered she was soaked in juice. Sooo, I had to change her AGAIN, before leaving. Izzy's still upset about her baby being alone in the basement. More tears shed. We FINALLY leave the house, and run errands. We stop by to see hubby, mostly to see him, and partly so I could take the girls inside to him, and go outside ALONE to sit for five minutes, by myself. lol. Then, I decide to go to the grocery store. I only needed a few things, it should be fine right? Wrong. I was already frazzled and going to Kroger was the worst idea ever. The kids werent particularly bad, I was just stressed already, so everything they did worked my nerves. If you saw me at Kroger that day, I PROBABLY tried to give you my children. My apologies. So the day ended with the kids in bed by 8pm sharp. The rest of the night was fine. The next day, (Monday) Hubby and I went to Holiday World. All day, just the two of us. I needed that break desperately. Considering most days I dont even pee by myself, a whole day with just my hubby, at an amusement park was a HUGE deal! Then I saw a little girl that was about Addys age there, and my heart melted. I missed my babies! Then I was wishing that Izzy was there to ride all of the fun rides. I know I needed a 'me' day, but Brandon and I talked about our babies all day, and we were so happy to see them that night. Some days, they seriously drive me crazy, but I love them with all my heart and I dont know what I would do with myself without them:)

Addy and the pudding mess!!:)