Somedays..

..it is impossible to get thru the day with out a shot of vodka, the ipad playing scooby doo and the promise of back up..

Because you get a call at 915 from the doctors office wondering if you were still coming in for your coveted casting appointment for the molding helmet that's 6 weeks overdue..Of course we are, we will be there at 2! Oh...we should have been there at 9? Well then I am on my way, please don't send the guy home... How did I mix up 9 and 2???? So you make a frantic call to your dad who was meeting you at two to wrangle your oldest wildling and hope he can step away from work (he could, thank god). Then you proceed to try to reason and explain to the 6 month old that this will only take a minute:

it took 5. which was 5 more than he was willing to let it.

Then you remember you have to go to the grocery store because you are out of everything.

so you drag the minions to the store, filling their heads with promises of a car wash if they are good! Take note, by promising the thrill of chore #2 they think they are getting a treat and no whining while we tick things off the list-o-tha-day. Two birds, one stone. that doesnt really cover that, but oh welL!

THEN..Sometimes, you lose your spot in line at Meijer after waiting 20 minutes because you aren't paying attention..So it takes you an additional 20 minutes to check out. Then you realize you forgot a good hunk of the stuff you came in for, but you aren't turing around now, so screw it...

And when the nice young man asks how its going today. you whisper "this..[longpause]..shit is..[long pause, rub your face] is shit..ugh, good..its just..uh good..."

this shit is shit...

what? What does that even mean?? Its just that bad that theres no other explaining. I dont know...It jsut was exactly what I was feeling at that moment, I am just glad I had the bit of thought left to whisper..

After you awkwardly leave you realize you forgot to go thru the car wash, which you've heard about ALL DAY..

So home, unpack groceries..Besides the grapes which were consumed on the ride home.

Quick recap of the afternoon:

chocomonster.

• Scooby doo on the Ipad
• no naps
• Easton requests the same two songs alternating back and forth for the next 2 hours. But he only listens to roughly 1 and a half minutes of them..
• complaining about not hitting up the car wash.
• 2 year old snags one tooo many sips of your coke.
• he also remembers your promise of a smore for listening at the store...
• he also remembers that he's spending the night at Nammies tonight, so you should pack.
• then while you change the babe, he poops in the bath.
• which is less than 6 inches from his toilet.
• which he knows how to use.
• and he can get out of the bath.
• which you explain to him loudly super calmly.
• he says its just a turd poop...
• because that explains it..

this shit is shit...

thats what that means....