Another Day

I have to apologize to Chris because I know some mornings I wake up super grumpy! Like I did today. I sometimes dread the thought of rolling out of bed for yet another day, knowing exactly what is going to happen, exactly when it will happen, and exactly how I will deal with it. I had a break down yesterday after being completely frustrated, claustrophobic (our apt is quite small) and just felt like nothing I did was working! I try to start dinner earlier and earlier, so it will be yummy and ready for when Chris gets home from school, I try to stay on top of the laundry, the dishes, the house, Coleman's messes, and keep myself done up (it feels better than pjs all day). Then, the rolls don't rise, the food burns, the dryer breaks, Coleman breaks our television, the bathroom floor is flooded yet again (because Coleman opens the shower curtain during my sane moment to shower) I don't have time for makeup, most of Coleman's breakfast, lunch and dinners end up on the floor, and then Coleman throws his sippy-cup on the floor, bursting it open, followed by grape juice staining everything! *Sigh* That's usually my day. Different day, different juice, but you get the drift. Full of "No, no, Coleman." "Don't climb on that." "Let mommy go to the potty, close the door!" We are usually walking on top of each other with only two small rooms and a small living space connected to the "kitchen." And my sweet, little guy never loses patience with me! Since the weather has been nicer (78' yesterday) I've been leaving the door open to our patio space for Coleman to roam around on. I swept it clean, put up two camping chairs, got out my flower pots, and put some of his toys out there. It's been nice! We also went with family, Kael, a cousin, and his mom to the Zoo yesterday and I could have stayed there all day! I probably enjoyed being out more than the boys! So, waking up today was tough..I grumbled after I heard Coleman waking up, didn't want to have morning prayer with Chris, but I forced myself, and then I turned over in bed and slept some more. Who knows how long Coleman was in his crib playing. Can someone say "attitude adjustment!" Yeah, I know I need one. So, to make up for my sour spirits I packed up Coleman in the stroller and we walked 2.5 miles to the nearest park and played and played. That is, after another morning of cleaning, wiping up the wet bathroom floor, saying "no" at least 100 times, cleaning Coleman's breakfast mess, and a load of laundry.