Bad day

Today was really hard. I wanted to go swimming at the YMCA because I've had no exercise all week, but it just didn't turn out. (DH just read some of this post and said, "Waaay too much detail" but that IS the point. There were so many details that they just overwhelmed me today.) Some days it's really hard to be a mom.

The day started at 8:30, which is normally nice for me, because Anya sleeps in, and the babies are happy enough cooing in their cribs until then as well. So. Easy enough to get ready and leave the house, by say, 10am, wouldn't you think?

Here's how my day went:

Got up. Got dressed. Prepped bottles. Fed babies. Changed babies. Dressed babies in new outfits because both diapers leaked. Took Anya to the bathroom. Got Anya's pajamas off. Took her pullup off. Argued about using the toilet. Chased her with a new pullup. Put her clothes out on her bed. Asked her to please get dressed. Asked her again. Told her we were going swimming, and she couldn't go naked, so get dressed. Went downstairs to get breakfast ready.

Went back upstairs because Anya was wailing about not being able to put on her sweater. Over the first sweater. Helped her pull it down over her head. Went downstairs. Got cereal out. Went back upstairs because babies were crying and finished their bottles. Brought one baby downstairs. Went back upstairs. Got other baby, and brought her downstairs. Called Chantelle (next door neighbour) and asked if she wanted to come swimming. She said no, but wouldn't mind going out afterward. Ok. Planned to call her after swimming.

Got Anya's cereal ready. Anya was hot. Took off second sweater. Put meatpie in the microwave for my breakfast. Put diapers, pullups, wipes, snacks, and drinks in diaper bag. Prepped second set of bottles to bring to playcare. Ate meatpie. Got a glass of applejuice for Anya. Got a glass of milk for Anya. Got a sippy cup, and poured the milk from the glass into it. Poured a glass of leftover smoothie for me. Drank about half before Anya finished it.

Went upstairs, and packed bathing suits, towels, shampoo, locker lock, cell phone, plastic bag, spare pullup, and swimpants in a backpack. Put on coat and shoes. Went outside to start the car. Quickly shovelled a thin walkway through the snow. Brushed snow off the car. Put both bags in the car. Came back in. Remembered it was garbage day. Took garbage out. Came back in. Got both babies in their snowsuits. Babies fussed. They don't like their snowsuits. Called Anya to get her coat and snowpants on. Waited. Called again. Went to find Anya, who was hiding behind the bathroom door, saying she didn't want to go swimming. Grrr. When I went towards her, I noticed a poop smell. She said "I'm poopy." Picked her up and took her to the change table. Pulled off her pullup, and it was clean. Great. Asked her if she wanted to use the toilet. "No!" Yes, let's try. "No!" Argument about using the toilet.

So. Waited for Anya to poop, since I didn't want her to poop at the YMCA, or in the pool. (Ick!) "I don't want to go swimming." Grrr, again. Went outside to turn off the car. Got babies out of snowsuits. Fussy babies cried and wailed. By now it was 10:45. Fed babies cereal and applesauce. Waited. Felt so frustrated. Got all depressed. Cried. Called Chantelle. Stressed. She offered to watch all the kids so I could go swimming. Such a great neighbour. She came over around 11:30, but by then I didn't feel like going anywhere, so I took out my frustrations by chopping at her head with scissors. Just kidding, I gave her a haircut, although she was pretty trusting to let me near her head with a sharp object at this point.

We did manage to bundle all the kids into the car to go to Zellers together. It is a whole lot easier with someone to help.

The rest of my day was as usual. Anya was pretty wrangy. She pushed Dhara over twice, opened a box of candy canes I had just bought and was saving, blah blah blah general kid naughtiness, but boy did it get on my nerves today.

But I really had to bite my tongue when she said at dinner "I want to go swimming, Mommy." Growl.