Some Days

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Some days are great. Some days I get up and cook an actual breakfast, spend time with Hayes playing toys or doing a project, get the house cleaned, get in a good work-out, have dinner made and on the table when Joe gets home and bask in my own glory of feeling like a Super Mom. Those days are not today.  My usual angel of a baby had a rough night, which left me feeling less than rested when my 2 year old climbed on me to wake me up this morning.  After breakfast I decided it’d be fun to take the boys up to the new aquarium in Draper. (First mistake) Besides it taking forever to get us all ready and out the door, my phone gave me awful directions and it took entirely too long to find the place.  40 minutes later we arrived to find that it would take another hour of waiting in line to get into the aquarium.  Well, when you have a baby who eats every 3 hours, waiting another hour to get in was just not an option. So, after breaking it to Hayes that we couldn’t go today and listening to him throw a complete fit we decided to go to the Dinosaur Museum instead, which is pretty close to our house.  The dinosaur museum was fun and not too eventful, until it was time to leave.  Hayes really did NOT want to go home yet.  But, I needed to get home to feed Cohen.  So, after a lot of effort and frustration, I finally got the boys out to the car, Cohen put in and the stroller put away when Hayes declared he needed to go potty and could not wait.  Back in we walked with Cohen’s car seat on my arm and trying to keep Hayes by me through the parking lot.  Once inside, Hayes spotted a hat in the gift shop that he HAD to have.  He would not leave with out that thing, so on came another scene while I tried to get him out of the gift shop and into the restroom.  All the while still holding a fussy Cohen, who is getting really hungry.  Once in the bathroom, Hayes was mad at me for not getting that hat and would not let me help him sit on the potty well.  Then, came the pee going everywhere because he was not on the potty good.  His underwear and back of his pants were soaked among other things and I had no extras for him.  So we pulled up his wet underwear and pants and made the trip back out to the car.  Still having to ask repeatedly that he stay by me so he wouldn’t get ran over and trying to hurry for poor Cohen.  By the time we got home, I was definitely ready for naptime.  Finally, both boys were fed and put to sleep.  Laundry, toys, and dishes were all staring at me, and the last thing I felt like was Super Mom…. So, I grabbed a cookie sat down, and wrote this little tale, hoping to regain some energy by the end…. Nope.