Tuesday was one of those days. THOSE days. We were in the middle of day 3 of torrential rains in NC. I avoided schlepping three kids into the rain and through the grocery store yesterday, yet today I have no choice. Because we are out of food. This morning, my oldest looked at the baby (who is only 12 months) and said “my gosh, Larkin is going to be bigger than the sun!” After the child ate two eggs, an orange, and half a banana. AT 12 MONTHS!
And the child who said it had just consumed three eggs, two oranges, and an entire banana. This is it, folks. The beginning of our financial downfall. How on earth can we feed them as teenagers, if among all three they eat 8 eggs, 4 oranges, and 2.5 bananas for breakfast? That’s not counting the request for a snack that followed an hour later. And they eat like this all day. So it was Tuesday and we were out of food. And our local Kroger was out of at least 7 items on my list (which is the worst, because you know you are not going to make it out to the store again for another week and you’ll have to improvise all kinds of things. Really? Out of 7 items of my list of maybe 25?).
Larkin fussed almost the whole time and couldn’t be consoled by the bag of pretzels we grabbed off the shelf. And once we put everything in the car and attempted to walk to the pet store, I realized she had a poop blow out alllllll down her pants. So I changed the screaming baby’s diaper in the back of the van, her screaming while I was getting poured on. And we drove home because the kid had no pants.
Then at rest time my 5 year old comes downstairs with a new haircut. Business in front, party in the rear. Greeeeeeeat. The kid had no hair until she was 18 months old, and it took 4 years to get to her shoulders. So I cried. Hormones. And felt bad about it later as I told her that we had to trim up the rest and that she was beautiful no matter what her hair looked like. Then we cut it into a short bob. Cute, but SHORT.
And the baby took a 10 minute nap. What’s with my babies and refusing to sleep?
This mama needs a glass (bottle?) of wine. So I have some chocolate and pretend it’s wine. Tell me I’m not the only one who has these days!
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