Seriously....

Some days and nights are much better for me as a Mom than others.  Sometimes I am not my favorite person and if you are a Mom you can totally relate to me.

I mean, I get up in the morning and try and shuffle everyone out of the door in one piece.  As long as we are all up, dressed, fed and out the door on time I feel accomplished when I leave for work.  Then there are the mornings when nothing goes right and what I really want to do is go back to bed and start over.  We are not allowed start overs in life.  We just have to deal and move on. 

Some mornings it is total chaos and I just want to scream, ok I do scream.  I am not one of those Moms who gently talks her way through a situation.  I just want them to do the simple things in the morning, like GET OUT OF BED!  Just get out of bed, please for the love of God get out of bed!  How many times do I have to ask you to just GET OUT OF BED?  Please, please, please.  I even resort to sending Liam in after them if he is awake.  And then there are the days when even Liam doesn't want to get up.  Those are the worst ones since he is a bear in a 1 year olds body when he hasn't had the sleep he needs.  And if you have read my blog post about getting a 1 year old in his pajamas, try dressing a crabby 1 year old in full dress with socks and shoes while he is kicking you to death!

When I do get out of the house on those mornings I am stressed to the max so then it just ruins the entire morning.  Coffee is the only thing that perks it up at this point and even then I am just in a bad spot. 

Once the morning has been spoiled it really feels like my whole day is off from there and I just want to go to bed when I get home in the evening. 

Nope, not going to happen until at least 11pm.  The evening is when all the crabby butts come out on an already bad day.  Whine about homework, whine about being hungry, whine about your brother looking at you, whine about this, whine about that.  I JUST WANT WINE and the whole bottle if possible.

I guess I will take the bad with the good but the bad days seriously age me like 10 years.  I feel like I am 150 years old when I go to sleep on a bad day. 

So tomorrow, please, just GET OUT OF BED!