First, we headed to WaImart. I could write an entire post on the "joys" of taking children to Walmart. Well, Eli was crying when we got out of the car and NEVER stopped. Jake was rambunctious and wanting to walk (very slowly) right in front of the cart. Which- in turn- led to my running into his heels. Which - in turn- led to a total meltdown. Which- in turn- spurred a simultaneous meltdown by Eli. Nice. I might or might not have yelled at him in front of half of the city of Cabot. Not a proud moment.
I decided to give up and check out. Jake begged for a sucker at checkout and in the spirit of trying to turn this foul mood day around, I allowed him to have one. When we got to the car, he asked me to open it. I obliged, only to have it literally bust all over me. Which, I learned today that sucker sticks to everything - even when it isn't wet. So, now, covered in blue sucker, I rushed home to unload groceries and get to the doctor.
Soooo, we listen to Eli cry all the way to the doctor... Yes, he is still crying. We were called back quickly ( Thank the good Lord), but not before my children cover the waiting room in muffin crumbs. Our WONDERFUL doctor was quick and patient with my quickly deteriorating boys.
But, like all moms, I was hopeful. Because, after all, naptime awaited at home. Both kids took 3 hour naps. It bears repeating- both boys took three hour naps. It was heavenly.
The rest of the day was full of boo boos, laughter, chikfila and bath time. I wrote this post, so that -in twenty years- I will remember these days. These long days of crying, fighting, messes and frustration. And that at the end of the day, I looked at these beautiful kids and knew that God gave THEM to me. They are all mine- hissy fits and all.
Right before bath, Greg spent some time teaching Jake to hit a baseball. I sat and watched and just enjoyed the quiet evening with the three boys God knew I needed! It was a wild and wooly day, but motherhood isn't for sissies! :)
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