You know the song, right? Yep...bad day. For those of you who saw me at church, I'm sorry. I'm usually not one to break down in public. Yes...complete breakdown in the foyer at church, tears streaming. You wanna know how it came to that? Sure you do. Simple equation.
my 11:30 bedtime +
Grumpy 2:45-4:30am Grant +
5am nightmare +
6:30 wake up call +
8am "NO BATH" Grant (imagine the dog that doesn't want to get in the tub) +
10am Grumpy just waking up Nona (this is a scary thing) +
11:30 still Grumpy waking up Nona, yet somehow bathed and dressed +
quick breakfast/lunch +
12:45 choir practice (imagine Grant and Bryson running all over the chapel, podium, organ, oh wait...the chapel doors are open? let's book it. Here's me..."Ok, tenors sing." hurry, run after Grant. Hurry back. winded, "ok..sounded great. Now, basses go over the same part." where did he go???? GRANT!!!!) You get the idea. Thank you Bishop! and all the others who eventually came to my rescue. +
1:30pm Sacrament Meeting begins +
1:40pm Grant can't stay still, screams so much I have to take him out +
1:45pm somehow make it through the Sacrament - reward children with the promised gum +
1:50pm Bryson- "what? I don't get the WHOLE pack of gum?!!!" Screaming fit. Take both Grant and Bryson out +
2:05pm Make it back into the chapel...got to hear a little bit of Lee's fabulous talk. Everyone's happy. Grant takes off to the foyer. I give up and follow hoping the other three will sit peacefully on the bench. +
2:10pm Bro Harper pokes his head into the foyer, "Are you ok?" =
I lose it.
So that's how it happened. I guess now that I look back, it seems like that's what happens every Sunday. It just seemed a lot harder today. Thank you to all of you who came to my rescue. Ft Meade ward is the best. I'm usually one to harp on the men for not helping more, but I have to say I had as many offers of help from men as from women today. Thanks gentlemen...not that you read blogs. :)
Adam will be home this week, so hopefully my crazy ways will end. oh...but it's Thursday night not Wednesday like I told everyone today. Darn that extra day.
Oh...and I'm still on for Monday Madness. You know me and my bipolar ways. I'll be totally fine tomorrow. :)
6 comments:
Ugh. I remember days like that while Steve was gone. (And I only have two kids to wrestle with!) I remember just after Gigi was born, I'd finally have everyone ready for church, I'd have Dale strapped in his car seat, run back into the house to get Gigi, be about to put her in the car, when I'd smell her very recently dirty diaper. Never failed.
I think every mom that reads this will think "Hey, I had that day TOO!" With me, it takes one person asking "are you okay?" to set me off!
Hands up if you've cried in the nursing lounge before (my church crying spot of choice!)
I hope tomorrow is better. Tons of fabulous ladies at your house? Sounds AWESOME!
I cried nearly every Sunday while Will was gone. Thank goodness for the Anthonys and Ellen--otherwise I wouldn't have been able to even escape to the foyer for my meltdowns.
So, now that I'm not in the ward I can say this:
Dear Ft. Meade members,
While in general you are all AWESOME, often you are OBLIVIOUS. Here's a heads up: If someone's husband is gone for more than a week and they have even one child, they NEED YOUR HELP!! Don't wait for them to have a nervous breakdown in the foyer. Don't wait for them to ask for help (because they won't). Just take a kid. I promise, it'll secure you a spot in the Celestial Kingdom.
I hear ya sister. Hand up high. sigh. The nursing lounge was a great escape. Go and see Lucy's blog. It might make you feel better, but maybe not much.
Hang in there!
I'm glad you feel better now. I wish I can help you more on Sundays but I got my hands full too :D. yay 1 more day, I know you can't wait for Mr. Bell to be back!
Oh girl. I've had those days too. You are fabulous. I'm glad Adam is back though. YEAH!!!! I seriously don't know how you do it all. At least you know you're not alone in your melt downs. You've seen mine. LOL! I love you!
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