One of Those Days

 Oh man. Do you ever just have one of those days?

(Insert friendly nodding as we all collectively lift our coffee mugs for a sip.)

Today was that day.

My Tuesdays tend to be long, even if they're good days.  Daddy's gone from morning till night-- school followed by class followed by homework-- and this mama's on her own for all of it.  

But today wasn't a good day. It wasn't even an okay day. It was a bad day.  

Now that it's over, it's okay to admit that. It's okay to admit defeat.  

It started last night. At one a.m. Logan came in complaining about his ear hurting.  Then again at two a.m I was awakened by Logan & Jack, together, complaining about not feeling well.  At 4:30am Logan was up again about his ear, and finally at 5:45am I got up and climbed into Logan's bed, barking occasionally at the boys when they would talk or try to get out of bed.

Finally at 6:30am the light turned green and I gave up on the sweet dream of sleep.  Instead we got up, got dressed, made beds and started our day.  Josh, who had been up all night coughing himself, got in the shower and then let me have a turn.  

Before I knew it, the day was in full swing.  

We did school, which takes forever lately. Between the boys' extra long reading lessons, which I (obviously) have to do twice, and potty training Wyatt ("Are you pooping? Do you need to poop? Where does poop go?") we're lucky to get school finished by lunch time!  Today was no exception.  

Then after snack Logan was playing in their tent, which we set up in the living room, and he tripped coming out of it. He smacked his poor little eye/glasses on the bottom step of the stairs, smashing his glasses and splitting his eyebrow.  It was bleeding so much at first that I called Josh in a panic, worrying he'd need stitches.  Josh flew home, leaving class in the middle, to check on us.  He assured me that it was just some small cuts and he'd be okay.  

During all of this, Jack, crying hysterically, had fled upstairs, and lay sobbing on his bed while we tended to Logan. Once Logan had stopped crying, and we'd made sure he was going to be okay, I followed up with Jack.  He said Logan had been crying so hard, it scared him.  He was shook up all afternoon.  Sweet boy.

Josh was able to go back to class and the boys and I carried on about our evening.  I made lasagna, tickled Wyatt and emptied the upstairs trash.  I asked Logan, just before the lasagna was done, to take the garbage into the arctic entry for me. Instead of doing that, he thought it'd be fun to play dodgeball with Jack with it.  Well, Jack's got a knack for dodgeball, so he naturally ducked... And instead the flying bag of trash hit my Scentsy warmer, splashing warm, blue Luna wax all over my curtain, wall, heater and flooring.  

I took a deep breath (it smells delightful), and walked away. 

In fact, it's still there. I'm not ready yet.

It's still too soon.

Instead I retrieved the lasagna from the oven and set the table.  Then while the boys ate, I attempted warming the metal on Logan's glasses with my blow dryer, and bending them back into shape with Josh's needle nose pliers.  Instead, I busted them.  I was nearly in tears.  I called Josh to apologize.  We just spent $331 on Jack's new pair of glasses (after his lens got lost in the snow), so breaking Logan's pair feels like adding insult to injury.  Josh assured me it was okay, and thankfully he agrees that glasses are imperative so we will see about fixing this pair, but if that doesn't work, we'll do whatever it takes to get him another pair as quickly as possible.

My day ended more peacefully than it began.  The kids, being sick, all fell asleep very quickly, and I really enjoyed watching the newest episode of The Little Couple, where they picked up their absolutely adorable baby girl in India.  

And the best news?

Tomorrow's another day.

Thank goodness!