Well, I know how much you guys love contests and I love giving out prizes so welcome to the “Keeping Up With The Kids” contest! We all have rough days and being a parent just adds more stress in to the mix and, lets be honest, some days it’s next to impossible to drag ourselves out of bed for anything so here is a little something to help you out!
The Prize: One Keurig B70 Gourmet Single-Cup Home Brewing System AND a two pack (25 count each) of Gloria Jean’s K-Cup flavored coffee!
Winners: One
When: May 13th – June 22nd (winner drawn on the 23rd)
How: Comment on this post with a story of a day as a parent that left you absolutely drained and in need of more coffee! Funny stories are a plus!
Good luck everyone!
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Well, my morning was preparing breakfast and getting the boys out of the house for school. That is a chore in itself. Then off to massaging until 2:00. Picking the boys up a school for their dentist and visiting with grandma. Going home for supper, doing homework, biking for one hour, bathtime, storytime and bedtime. Busy eh?
A day I’ll never forget. My kids were playing and one fell and started to cry. My daughter ran to me crying and I thought it’s just another tiff with her brother and she’ll tell me and I’ll kiss her and let them apologize to each other and hug and kiss and all is good again. Then she turns to point at her brother and at that moment I looked and there’s blood just gushing out of her head. I freaked and started to dial 911 with the remote!
Husband was miles away at work, so I called 911 and we went to the doc, turns out she was alright and wasn’t going to die like I believed at that moment in panic seeing so much blood coming from her head. She just got a little skin glue! She is two years old and my son is three.
That panic stayed with me for two days, I felt drained just almost jelly legs you know. So that’s when I could use some good strong coffee to perk me up and get me moving more than just snailishly.
Actually, my story of parenting took place in minutes one day, but the mental aspect wore me out for the whole day!
I was window shopping in a nearby town. There was a dress shop that I absolutely adored and saw a delightful looking outfit in the window. Usually, I didn’t care to take my toddler son in a small boutique for browsing. This day, I made the exception to my rule and would soon live to regret it!!!!! Two sales ladies approached me and I shared with them the outfit that I was interested in. While locating it, my son decided he needs to use the restroom. I politely asked if we may use theirs? No. No?! I couldn’t believe what I heard. A three year old can’t use your restroom, I thought to myself. By this time, my son is out of the stroller and walking in his diaper near me. Not only was I shocked, I was ANGRY. I grabbed my son’s hand and proceeded to walk out of their store with the resolve to never enter it again ( and I haven’t ). Meanwhile, as my child and I walked out, little remnants of why he needed their restroom were falling out of his diaper! Now, I was shocked, angry and totally humiliated. With my head held high, I continued forward, son in tow and never looked back again.
Many thanks, Cindi
We are parents to be. However, I am a teacher and this is the last week of school. Today, a Monday, was the day after getting back from a concert. We had to drive all night long to get back in time to go to work. This was definitely a day I could have used some coffee – well any caffeine!!!
I was up late and trying to get the kids off to school. We rushed through breakfast. One child couldn’t find her shoes, the other couldn’t find his notebook, the baby was screaming. I finally got everyone in the car, dropped the two older ones off at school, and was headed home when the baby started crying again. I got home and discovered the baby had spit up all over herself as well as peed through her clothes! I finally got the baby taken care of, fed the cat and sat down for a cup of coffee. Whew and this all happened in less than an hour!
Talk about exhaustion. My kid was still getting used to the idea of his own bed. One night he cried for an hour straight before bed, refusing to get in his own bed. While I was on the phone with a friend trying to figure out what to do, he suddenly stopped, climbed in his bed and went to sleep.
It made no sense. I was exhausted. I definitely needed coffee the next morning.
I am always in need of another cup of coffee! Our son is a “failure-to-thrive” child and has had a G-tube for the first 4 years of his life….he just turned 6 and will have been G-tube free for 2 years in June! The most exhausted I have been has been on the nights when his feeding tube didn’t seem to want to stay pumping and the machine would “beep” every 5 minutes or so! It was almost necessary to fix a pot of coffee just to be able to stay up all night to keep the pump going….and I am not a morning person in the first place! Those are the days that you just hope the coffee can keep you going….that and the “happy pills!”
One day my daughter 1 year old got into the trash, while I was cooking supper. She got a empty corn can and the lid was still partially attached. I noticed her crying and ran over to see why she had gotten the can and stuck her finger into the can. The lid had closed on her finger and she was bleeding. It was the scariest thing, I did not know what to do I was afraid to pu;; her finger out and I was afraid to push the lid in. I was afraid either thing I do would make matters worse. Finnally I just pushed the can in enought to pull her finger out. It did bleed like crazy and I was afraid she would need stictches but I finally got it to stop.It was a really tough day, obviously one I could have used some help with.
Thanks for this great giveaway chance.
I’m a parent to a cat, but I can still tell stories of exhaustion resulting from dealing with my dear Squirt. Usually these stories involve waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of Squirt barfing up her midnight snack all over our bed. Nothing like having to get up at 2am to change not only the comforter, but also the blanket, both sheets, and the mattress pad! But who can get mad at a sweet kitty who then curls up next to you and purrs?
Not only coffee needed, but also a brownie!
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I have an infant and between midnight feeds, poopy diapers, spit up clothes I need coffee around the clock! I have to watch my caffeine intake so each cup is like a little taste of heaven and I savour each sip. I love the Keurig because I can make just one cup for myself whenever I am ready. It is perfectly brewed and fresh whenever I am on the verge of melting down.
A week ago I had to let my son eat dinner in his car seat as we took off on a road trip. I stopped to pick up my husband, opened the back door to check on him, and THREW HIS DINNER OUT THE DOOR INTO THE PARKING LOT.
My son had colic which meant that most days he would cry for anywhere from 6 – 8 hours straight. Nothing we did seemed to help and we tried EVERYTHING. One day, I was rocking him in the rocking chair and singing to him and suddenly… he stopped crying. Several minutes passed and he still was quiet, almost content. I turned him to face me and decided to take the opportunity to have a heart to heart talk with him. I told him how much I loved him, how much I needed my sanity, how grateful I was for this moment of quiet. He looked up at me and I thought he understood me. That was when he opened his mouth and covered me from head to toe with projectile vomit. then, of course, he started to cry. I saved the clothes so that I could show my husband that I was not exaggerating. Then, yes, I made myself a pot of coffee. It’s the little things that get us through. My son is two now and an angel. His sister is 2 months and thankfully, no colic. But I still need my coffee!
My youngest two kids of four had Chicken Pox, and I had to run to the drug store for medicine. I was up all night, hadn’t showered or brushed my hair, and had on sweats. I went to the drug store, and saw my ex-boyfriend. What a nightmare. I don’t know what was more draining…running away from the store so he wouldn’t see me looking so insane, or staying up all night.
Does every day with a toddler qualify?? My daughter is 18 months old absolutely exhausting! This morning when the little princess needed to be woken up for daycare at 7:00 (mind you that this NEVER happens on the weekend), she was in quite a mood. After we’re dressed and done watching one round of Blue’s Clues…
Mom – Do you want pancakes for breakfast?
A – NO!
Mom – Will you try one?
A – NO!
I proceed to put one on the table and it gets thrown across the room and hits a mirror on the wall. Lovely. Now this doesn’t seem like a big deal but our house is on the market so now I have to clean it before we leave for the day.
Mom – (Trying again) – Do you want blueberries?
A – Yaaaaa
I give her a plate of thawed frozen blueberries. I turn my back and out of the corner of my eye see streams of purple dripping down my white cabinets onto the floor I had scrubbed last night.
Mom – A, where’s your food?
A – Uh oh.
And it was only 7:30.
My son was recently struck with the puking bug. After getting him dressed with no time to spare (as usual), I’m loading his bag for daycare with one hand and holding him in the other when he decides to let it go all over me, himself, the floor, and the cat. So we clean up, I strip, he strips, we all cry, dress, and head for the car (at this point I thought it was just that he ate too fast that morning). Flash to lunchtime when I visit to feed. We have our nice mommy and son time and I walk back to his room. I try and put him down but he cries so back up he goes (I think he just wants to cuddle some more, ha ha). I’m patting his back telling him how I’ll see him in a few hours when SPLASH. Again, all over me, him, and in two of the daycare cribs! Again, I strip (this time in the presence of strangers which isn’t nearly as fun), he strips, we all cry (including his teacher who now has to clean up the puke) and we’re going back home. If a coffee wasn’t needed after this day I don’t know when one was!
This was back when I had a torn ACL and was in a wheelchair. My son wanted pancakes for breakfast, so I balanced on one leg to grab the flour from the top shelf. I was not too successful though, and dropped it. Apparently 5 lb bags of flour explode when they fall from certain distances. My cats, my dog, and my son were covered in flour, so I had to bathe the kiddo, bathe the dog (those were easy in comparison to the next task) and bathe the cats. While in a wheelchair. Then when I was distracted my son flushed a train down the toilet, therefore clogging it and flooding the bathroom. While I was cleaning that, he scribbled on the walls.
I had not even had my morning cup of coffee yet…and the day just sort of continued like this.
In short…teething baby + 4 hours on a plane at bedtime = no sleep. I need some coffee for sure!
I am not a parent but I tend to my nieces and nephews 3-4-5 times a week.
Last month my sister and her daughter came into town for a week visit (they lived in the area until last year). My sister had had her birthday just 3 days prior so she went out on the town with a bunch of friends. Since her husband was still in their neck of the woods she needed someone to watch her daughter. Katie is now 6 as of late April. I tended to Her and did all sorts of things with her. The next day we did more crafts and then baking. A friend of mine invited me and one of my nephews out for lunch (my friend has a daughter who is my nephews best friend). When this 3 yr old nephew’s 4 yr old brother heard that I was doing this with the 3 yr old and Katie he wanted to go with me as well. So I had with me a 3,4,and 5 yr old. Let’s just say that despite everything the management of the eatery stated that it would be best if we left (we were finished but the kids were still going strong). We went to the park afterwards and then to my mother and father’s condo where I had the melt down not the three children. (trust me on the way home I stopped at a coffee house to have a cooler).
We were taking our then 3 yr old daughter and 1 yr old son to Turkey to visit some friends (they lived on the FAR side of Turkey down by Syria). Anyhoo, they did pretty well on the 9 hour overseas flight to Amsterdam and the short flight to Istanbul. But when we started climbing in the small plane from Istanbul to Adana my sweet son started screaming! And screaming and wouldn’t stop! Here I have all these Turks turning around in their seats giving me a look that says, “Crazy foreigner is a very bad mom.” It was great…definately could’ve used the liquid sunshine of caffeine.
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Anyone with twins could tell you that most days you feel like you need more coffee. My babysitter was off all week and now that the week is almost over I feel like I should attach an IV of coffee to myself. Take yesterday. I had a list of errands to run but I woke up with a stiff neck and both babies had a fever. After a (2 hour) screaming filled run to the doctor my kids took a nap. Then a telemarketer called and woke them up. Crabby city. Lunch ended up all over the floor and then I tried heading out. No parking what so ever. Okay, park time. Got to the park, let my one year old son walk in and then when I looked down at his twin sister I realized she had pooped through her clothing, all the way up her back. My son shrieked and had a full blown temper tantrum when I tried to get back in the car. so we decided to stay. After chasing him around for an hour with my daughter in the stroller (now stained too) I wrangled them back in the car only to realize he had diarrhea and had leaked too. I parked at home, ran up and changed them but my son had developed a bad diaper rash and wouldn’t sit still. Balmex all over the changing table and the walls. Finally got them back in the stroller only to realize I was late for my older son’s bus. Got to the bus stop only to realize that we had already missed it. Tried wrangling the twins back into the car and realized my son had another blowout that was aggravating his diaper rash so he refused to sit. Dirtied the car seat and forced him to sit while he screamed the 1/2 hour to my son’s school. Needed to circle for parking and take both screaming kids in and out. My older son was not too thrilled that we forgot about him and was really crabby especially sitting in a car with two smelly screaming babies. I had burned supper, ordered pizza, came late so everyone was crabby and overtired. Tried bathing all 3 stinky kids at once and my son banged his head on the faucet. Finally had 3 clean, fed kids ready for bed only an hour after bedtime. when my daughter had a blowout. Another stinky change. Finally my husband walked in and I just took my coffee to the bedroom and sat at the computer to veg out. Today was not much better….oh well, maybe when the twins start college.
The day I brought in cupcakes for my child’s birthday and tripped in front of everyone bringing them in the door! Cupcakes flew across the classroom, got all over jackets and backpacks and children’s hair. Not only were they now not edible…my child didn’t get his birthday cupcakes and was mortified that his mother was a klutz
isn’t that everyday??? Last week my younger son decided not to go to bed or to sleep until way after 3:00 am but I had to get my older son up at 6:00 for school!! I had lot’s of coffee that day. The 3 year old was up and ready to go at 7:00!!!
Everyday seems to be one of those days. My toddler has decided that she is responsible for taking care of our dogs and cats. From frequently giving them fresh water (by dumping the water all over the floor so I get them more), giving them food whenever they are running low(or the mood strikes her), and feeding them as many treats as she can before I catch her. I need coffee!
I remember a 2 day span when I couldn’t get enough coffee. My son had his 6 month shots which included a flu shot. He cried forever and then got a fever. Which made him ever crankier and he just felt bad. I was up with him all night and ended up sleeping in a chair holding him. I must have made 3 pots of coffee over those 2 days.
When my husband and I were dealing with the days of no sleep with our infant twins… we had to laugh one evening when we finally got both boys to sleep and were scared to make any noise to change that, so we quietly grabbed 2 cereal bowls, a jug of milk, a box of cereal and headed into our bathroom (farthest room from the boys) and both had a bowl of cereal for dinner – my husband sitting on the toilet (seat was down) while I sat on the edge of the bathtub.
Just this morning. My daughter said she was ready to go brush her hair because “there would be no tangles because we washed it last night.” I gently reminded her that we didn’t wash it last night because she chose to help mama sew rather than take a bath. she threw herself on the floor. Later we went downstairs for breakfast where she insisted on a waffle. After making her a waffle, she ate all my cereal. Kids! Where’d I put my coffee?
Talk about needing Caffeine…WHEW!!! The state fair came to town & my little one wanted to go, so just having a new baby he felt kinda by himself lately so I thought we could bond better so I said okay. Now I am disabled and need an aid to walk so this was going to be a challenge for me but anything for my little one I thought. Well we get there and we are having so much fun. Well It start’s getting chilly so he puts on his little jacket with a hoodie and get’s on this little spider type spinning ride which looks fun but in the middle of the ride a child get’s sick so they make the parents get back while they are stopping & starting the ride over & over getting the kiddie’s out. Well the attendant walks up to me & gives me the hand of a child that’s not mine. What???? He has the same jacket & hoodie on but this clearly isn’t my little one. Panic sets in and for the next 3 hours we search & finally the police find him feeding the animals. OMG I have never felt so upset, panic stricken & cried so much in my life. It turned out to be a mix up because of the jacket and the lady that had him was waiting there with her son & mine for someone to pass by that he knew. I was so tired we went home and I just sat there and watched him sleep for hours. The next day I could have used a ton of Caffine..lol..What a day I will NEVER forget!!!
i have a three year old and a two year old and every moment is one i need coffee. Especially the moment when i was trying to get my three year old son to sleep and my daughter was in the living room watching dora, well this is gross she had runny poo and decided to decorate with it the tv, herself, the floor, as i was looking at her in disbelif there was a knock on the door, it was two other moms to welcome me to the neiborhood, we still laugh about that
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monday – potty training my son for the first time. Pee all over the house. Lots of crying (both of us). I could have really used some coffee.
I took my 3 year old son, the family dog named Ringo (a beagle) to Wal-Mart last Sunday. On the way home my dog, Ringo started acting funny. As I was trying to merge onto the interstate Ringo tried to jump out of the car window. It rattled me so I rolled up the window on the passenger side. That just made Ringo even more worried. He circled my tiny passenger seat for a few seconds then got really still, stared straight out the front window and farted! Then the pile came….The messiest pile of poo came out onto my passenger car seat. My dog couldn’t even make eye contact with me. As I was continuing to drive home and my dog is stepping in the pile then stepping on my dashboard, my window, my floor board, everywhere! My son, asks “Momma, does Ringo have toots?” I said “Yes, dear and he just pooped all over the front seat!” The smell was so over powering that even with all the windows rolled down it still made my nose burn. It was at that moment my son said, “Momma, I think I’m gonna be sick”….Caffeine was needed to tackle the mess. Coffee is my friend.
Just a few days ago while I was watering the flowers, my 2 year old dumped some bubble soap out. I went over to use the hose to wash off the porch. Bubbles foamed in the grass and my 10 month old toddler couldn’t stay away. I returned to watering flowers thinking that the 10 month old might have fun playing in the bubbles, but after a few moments, I looked back to see him with a mouthful of mud, blissfully munching away, presumably on soapy mud with bits of grass and mud were everywhere! I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised as he generally has a tendency to want to put rocks (or snails) into his mouth, but it was all I could do to keep from dying laughing.
Like any mother I have many stories. But one that always sticks with me and makes me cringe is about a couple of weeks after returning from China with our new 4.5 yr old daughter, we were still suffering from time change, jet lag and communication barrier. We had barely slept for two weeks and suffered through many, many tantrums. I walked around the corner just in time to see my daughter pull a giant booger out of her nose and pop it in her mouth. Without thinking I screeched at her DON’T DO THAT, NO NO – THAT IS YUCKY!!!! Well she didn’t even know I was there and didn’t understand what I was saying, only that this new crazy women that she called Mama was screeching. Truly not a proud moment for me. She cried for at least 30 minutes. I think I traumatized her
Oh dear some of these stories are truly awful! Three weeks ago my MIL who doesn’t particularly care for me all that much paid us an unannounced visit which in and of itself was like an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond and I was up front and center as “Deborah,” but things proceeded to get worse when she loaded the kids up with candy and “presents”. Well the candy not only way over stimulated my kids who don’t get much candy under my rule but it also upset their delicate tummies so I was left with a nagging MIL and hyper kids with the poops! It was almost like a Three Stooges scene as I switched the kids on and off the toilet with my MIL in the background telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing to help my poor babies! Needless to say I could have used a LOT more coffee!
Zachary is the youngest of my four children, so we had outings sometimes when ‘the kids’ were in school. Zachary never liked to go to the store. At the mall, he’d throw his favorite blankies out of the stroller and on to the floor constantly. It’s a good thing my mother made them so replacements were always available. When he was old enough to talk he would ask me “Mommy, can we stay home today and nobody comes over?” It’s not like I had people over often, either.
He was so charming to people, though. When he was three I was driving from Texas to Ohio – just me and all four kids. We stopped overnight and in the morning he took off his hat, placed it on the table, and told the waitress “This is my lucky fishin’ hat” in his little Texan accent.
While it wasn’t funny to me at the time, he always made sales clerks giggle, too. He was a stubborn child, especially with me. When I told him he had to hold my hand he would squeeze my hand as hard as he could while carrying on loudly saying “Owwwww, you’re hurting meeee.” What a punk!
One time we were in a store. Time, money, and my patience were all short. He wanted some little frog that squeaked when you squeezed it. I told him to put it back. He said to me “I’m not gonna put it back” and the clerk laughed and told me “You didn’t see him, but as he was saying that he was swinging his arm around and putting it back.” It seemed like typical Zachary to me that day, but now I remember it fondly.
P.S. I STILL have four kids – bring on the hot soothing drinks!
Not to laugh at the misfortune of others or anything, but some of these posts are very funny!
I have to have coffee every morning or I don’t think I’m human. I think the funniest story is from this past Christmas. So, obviously early in the morning, we’re all up, running into the living room to see the presents. After the initial rush, things settle down a bit and I start to hand out the wrapped presents. Typically I have a system for using one kind of wrapping paper for one person, so as to avoid confusion – but this time I messed up. I hand a present to my husband and one to our 2 year old daughter. A minute later, I look over at my daughter – she has the weirdest look on her face and I couldn’t figure out why. Then I realized that she was holding up a pair of my husband’s boxers – I had switched the gifts accidentally! I sometimes tell this story as evidence when someone says that maybe I don’t need to drink coffee in the morning – obviously, I do need to have it!
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Up at 2 a.m. Feed baby. Change baby.
Up at 3:30 a.m. Pee.
Up at 5 a.m. Feed baby. Change baby.
Repeat.
Breakfast for baby. Breakfast for Mommy.
Let dog out.
Grocery store.
Post Office.
Home.
I was feeling a little tired. I needed coffee. I did this: http://www.mamacheaps.com/2009/05/multi-tasking-gone-wrong.html.
If I had a Keurig B70 Gourmet Single-Cup Home Brewing System life would be so much simpler and I doubt the above mishap would have happened!
I don’t have children, but do have a grandson (by way of my step-son and daughter-in-law). But I do have cats. One my husband found at work as a 4 week old kitten. I had to bottle feed her every 4 hours. Did you know a kitten at that age has to be burped? And you also have to stimulate it to make it urinate and defecate! The vet said to use a wet cotton ball, but that didn’t work. It just made her look raw. So I started using my finger, and that did the trick. The first time she pooped, it started coming out like a stream of brown toothpaste! We had poop all over her and all over me as well. I sure could have used a good cup of coffee after cleaning up that mess.
How about I just tell you about this morning? It was a pretty accurate representation of our day to day life…
We woke up an hour late this morning, due to my husband having botched up the alarm clock somehow. We started hurridly getting ready for church. Both kids woke up crying at roughly the same time. I started ironing my daughters dress, and then realized it had a stain on it. No problem, on to dress two. Oops, it had a stain also. Third dress was a charm, as it had no stains on it. Sometime during this time, my son hid one of his shoes. We searched the house to no avail, and finally, put him in his play shoes. (Later found the shoe hanging in my closet on a hanger by the shoelace, by the way…) We left the house in a rush, and I forgot one of my bags. We arrived at church where my son threw himself on the floor in the threshhold of the nursery, and wouldn’t get up. My daughter became hysterical at the prospect of my leaving her. We set off to Sunday School, late, and with my daughter. We had missed part of the lesson, and spent the rest of it trying to keep the baby out of my purse and from climbing on the furniture. (Luckily the teachers don’t mind us bringing the baby along.) We dropped her back by the nursery on the way to church. My husband had the bright idea to put our coffee mugs in the bag with the bibles, etc, because he didn’t want to walk them back to the car. He forgot to close the lid of his mug though, and it subsequently spilled all over everything in my bag, and worst of all, some of it got on the pew we were sitting in. Argh! After that, we went to pick up the kids, and my son had another meltdown because his sippy cup was empty, so he had to lay out in the floor in the nursery again. I finally coerced him out of the room, but he was yelling that he wanted to go back to church and learn about God, and also that he was sad and ridiculous.
In the parking lot he had another fit because it was hot in the carseat, and he didn’t want to get in. Folks were walking by shaking my husband’s hands while my son was laying on the asphalt holding
his daddy’s ankles. We finally got the kids in the car. It was noon. The rest of the day has continued along the same lines. That’s how we roll around here
I’ve had several cups of coffee today. I could use some more if the kids would leave me alone long enough to brew some…
I’m 52 years old and I have a precocious 3 year old daughter. Enough said? I need coffee, very badly, EVERY day
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Here’s a challenging day –
“Mommy wake up” “Mommy WAKE up” “Mommy WAKE UP” “MOMMY WAKE UP” I open one eye to see the clock which says that we are already late for her playgroup/pre-school. I start getting dressed only to discover that the zipper to my last pair of clean jeans is broken, time for pins, ouch, ouch, ouch. “Mommy, why are you saying ouch?” I take Maya in her room, chase her around, as she sings out, “I’m a naked baby, I’m a naked baby!”. Catch her, put on her shirt, which has a huge stain. Shirt off, chase and repeat, shirt too small, chase and repeat, shirt on, whew! Back to closet, no pants in any color even remotely matching the lucky shirt she’s wearing. More chorus’ of “I’m a naked baby.” I turn to look – she has learned to take her shirt off! Chase, repeat. Finally my daughter is dressed – exactly like the daughter of a color-blind mommy. At least she’s not naked
No time to eat, we’re going for the cereal bar in the car. No cereal bars! Okay, peanut butter crackers. Drive to school…..look in the backseat…..this shirt is now stained worse than one rejected earlier. Go into school only to find out that she can’t go in with peanut butter, allergies, ya know. Why didn’t I think of that?
The day goes on…..but time for my story to end, hope you’re awake. If not I’ll send my daughter over to your house……..
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The other day we went grocery shopping and to the fabric store, while we were there our [two] kids were doing their own thing, being kids and obviously disobeying and screaming at the store, causing us to get very stressed out because we couldn’t stop them from doing it, there was nothing that would make them stop that day, they usually do that when they are tired. We spent about an hour and a half at the store trying to look around to see what we wanted to buy and the kids just kept going on, running away from us, fighting with each other, until we bought our stuff and left. By the time we got into our car and were putting them into their car seats, our youngest one, started throwing a fit about eating a doughnut we had bought for him, and he wouldn’t stop screaming, my husband, who was the one carrying the bag with all the fabric and other items we had bought that day was so stressed out that while he was putting our son into his car seat he put the bag down on the ground, left it there and got into the car and we drove away leaving the bag behind, which by the way was valued at $150 dlls worth of fabric! that should tell you how drained we were, we both were losing our minds. Such a shame we haven’t been able to get our stuff back thinking that someone might have turned it in to “lost and found” or something.
Is there a day that any parent does NEED that strong cup of coffee?
My most recent “Coffee Day” was just a few weeks ago. My son came home with the Flu. The very next day my husband contracted the flu from my son (now mind you we have a family bed). So now I have 2 sick boys each viving for Mom/Wife sympathy which I was glady providing while also washing/drying/folding laundry, filling kitchen requests and trying to work from home (I’m a retail Accountant) Well things are going along pretty smoothly for the first couple of hours until I hear a frantic “HUN!!!!” I run up stairs and my son has just thrown up on MY SIDE of the bed then my husband trying his best to start cleaning up gets sick throws up on MY SON & MY SIDE of the bed. Now I have a weak stomach but was able through the Lord on knows what powers to strip my son, husband & the bed & then toss everyone into their respective washing areas. Cleaned and dressed I left them downstairs so that I could put fresh sheets/mattress protector on the bed and try & air out the room. An hour & a half after puke-fest began they were back upstairs sleeping soundly while I sat downstairs frazzled beyond belief wishing for a GIANT cup of coffee & a cigarrette. I unfortunately got neither because A. My coffee machine had just recently died & B. I quite smoking 11 years ago. Granted I NEVER want to repeat the above experience but it would take a bit of an edge off it, if I won a new coffee maker for all the trouble.
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The day that my daughter was supposed to be taking a nap but instead got up and went to the potty by herself left me drained–she dumped an ENTIRE package of flushable wipes into the toilet and flushed! They are not flushable when you put 80 at a time in the toilet!!! I had to fish them out, throw them away, unstop the toilet, and clean off and change my daughter because somehow 80 wipes just didn’t do the job and she got poo on her clothes…I needed a nap after that!
One day when my twins were 3 years old I put them in for a nap at their usual time. I was waiting for that nap because my husband was away on business and it is hard keeping up with twins all day and night!
I thought they were finally asleep because all was quiet upstairs, so I went on with my chores. Whe it was time for them to wake up and I still didn’t hear anything, I went up to check on them.
Turns out they were not sleepingat all but instead took everything out of their dresser drawers and EVERYTHING out of their closets! It was one big mess and all I could do is cry. That the kids thought, was hysterical.
I sure needed a good strong cup of coffee then!
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