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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.
