Wednesdays suck!

I usually don't use that kind of language. BUT Wednesdays are going to kill me. They are mean and they suck! I have a BAD attitude about Wednesdays.

You see Wednesdays are dance day. And for all reasons the universe is against me that's the day the hubs ALWAYS gets home late. Forcing me to take 3 children  to dance class. Child #1's class is early enough but Pooh Bear's class overlaps. So we are gone for about 2 1/2 hours. Running into a later bed time. So the dilemma do I make them eat early enough to not be starving during class and then a quick snack on the way home or let them wait. But they are not always hungry and then what happens to the late running hubs meal? what do I cook?questions??? CEREAL! its often the answer...low clean up and prep.

So pooh bear at 3 1/2 has decided to stop the whole NAP thing, especially on Wednesdays. MAKING HER THE  OL' GRUMPY TROLL. And then the fighting begins with her sister. OH THE FIGHTING! OH THE DRAMA!

You see child #1 thinks that 6 am on Wednesdays is the appropriate time to wake up. ON WEDNESDAYS PEOPLE. So by the time she gets home she's 1) hungry 2)tired 3)excited for dance class 4) mad because her sister messed up her room during her non nap time 5) ALL OF THE ABOVE

See Wednesdays really make me feel like I am never going to be mother of the year or wife of the year. I really feel awful that I can't seem to get my act together to cook a hot meal or make my kids behave. Wednesdays make me feel like I suck.

That is why I normally HATE WEDNESDAYS! But today Little man decided to join in on the fun.

We've gone paci free. Monday night he slept just fine. Tuesday decided to not nap because he didn't have his paci. He screamed for 2 hours. Tuesday night he fell asleep at 6:30. Wednesday he decided to decorate his bed with poop instead of nap. Yep, he decorated his bed and body with enough poop that his diaper was completely clean. *gag*

ITS WEDNESDAY!

I took him to the tub and went to turn on the shower. BUT forgot that its one of those heads that is removable. And flooded the floor.

Can I tell you how much I appreciated having little mother hen around. She got towels, clean clothes for little man and wipes. LOTS OF WIPES. She even scolded him for being gross.

I got everyone out of the bathroom. Stuck in a movie and went to work cleaning the bathroom and bedroom. I left mother hen in charge. She wasn't about to do any shenanigans now. She knew mommy was on the verge of a complete meltdown.

Scrubbing poop....30 weeks preggers...barely keeping down stomach contents....mumbling under my breath.

LYSOL! I . LOVE. YOU!!!!

Now I have to get child #1 off the bus and rush to dance class...looks like its gonna be a cereal for dinner night again! For the 3rd week in a row!

So long story short:

Little man is for sale to any bidder on EBAY!

Wednesdays suck!

Nehemiah 8:10 "the joy of the LORD is my strength."

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