the pumpkin patch closed.
Beckham fed 3 times last night.
One time refusing to go back to sleep.
For an hour.
Lance sleeps good in the rain.
[insert sarcastic font]My house is a mess.
I cleaned it last night.
There are 3 baskets of clean clothes sitting in my chair right now.
I know they will sit there until I decide to do them.
My husband vacuums...
and rarely neglects to load the dishwasher--
but laundry doesn't hit his radar.
Nor does picking up a crying baby during dinner.I know,
because I ate lunch with a curious baby in my lap--
ripping off my phone, my napkin, and whatever else he could touch, to the ground.
Like I always do.
I am starting to despise restaurant dining.
Maddox sat almost perched on my shoulder, and only ate his fries.
And then cried when I took them away offering the deal, "one bite of grilled cheese for one french fry"
We both won [or lost] because he ate 3 small bites... got 3 more small fries, and then just decided he'd have chocolate milk for lunch.
Back home, both boys bruised their right eyes.
Both cried and needed mommy kisses.
Yearning for a break, I sat down to blog.
But not without 4 questions from my husband.
None were important.
But obviously more important than whatever I was doing.
The last one was answered with a huff and angry response.
He told me, "just go back to blogging" as if I don't deserve this time, "or leave".
So I did.
45 minutes early.
I mean, work.
Stopped by to get my tire filled up,
went to leave and the little icon was still orange.
And now my car says that all 4 tires have zero air pressure.
Finally made it to work...
Where I walked into a grunting baby- barely prefusing oxygen, a waiting room smelling like fire, and my book, The Wednesday Letter, still unopened because I ran my tail off my entire shift.
The maintenance man said there was no fire...
but a belt had slipped off, and that's where the smell was coming from.
I still made it out by 8:00.
Back home, my husband is pretending we didn't have a texting war,
and is trying to be my friend.
But I am my mother's child,
and am giving one hell of a silent treatment.
I've thrown up grease from my Kincaids BLT and fried okra.
And it wasn't silent.
The boys are now in bed.
[Beckham better sleep]
The Rangers won.
Modern Family made me laugh.
And tomorrow's a new day.
I can say all these things about my husband...
because despite me wanting to jab his eyes out,
I love him.
And these crazy- jacked up days.
Because they're mine.
Mama says there'd be days like this.
There'd be days like this, my momma says!