I had a day today, a day where you cry while banging your head into the steering wheel hoping you can bring back your sanity. Started the day off by headed to the gym with the boys. Getting the kiddos out the door was a nightmare. I had an appointment with my trainer so being on time was a must. Yeah right, the boys had other plans and going to the gym was not in them. Eventually got the babes into the gym daycare for their second time ever and started my workout. 15 minutes in and the very sweet lady from the daycare said she needed me for someone had done the "big deed" in their pants. And once eye contact was made for diaper duty there was no leaving. Proceed to try to change dirty diaper while both children are screaming at the top of their lungs in fear of me going to burn some more calories. While trying to change little man, the other one decided to unroll all of the toliet paper, turned on the sink that had soap in the bottom and was just about ready to overfill with suds everywhere. Upon exiting the gym the front desk attendant (owner) noticed I was looking like a s**t show and decided to help me carry my babes to the car in the pouring rain.
Next head to swim therapy where Carter had to get into the pool for the first time ever without me (Eric usually goes with us but had to work a day shift today). Carter has had a cold and he wasn't his normal fish like self. So after swimming we head into the locker room to get him changed. I had to pee with the door open so I could see Nolan in the stroller and Carter was standing next to me. Carter then proceeds to unroll the entire roll of toliet paper and then crawl under the other stall. Meanwhile I am peeing like there is no tomorrow and cannot run to get him. After collecting my sweaty self from the chaos I try to leave the locker room. I have the stroller behind me and I am opening the door, the Superman shirt Carter was wearing must have inspired his secret super human powers because he pushed himself off of the wall, knocking me off balance and I literally go flying on my back. My head hits the stroller, elbow knocks the wall and I am flat on the ground. Babes were all safe however a little scared but mama not so good. I am whispering in my head, show no pain, show no tears even though I wanted to cry like a baby. Be strong, I think I can, I think I can. . .
Next proceed to get children home, fed, and a nap before heading to Carter's dr. appointment. And a big yeah right again. Nolan went down and Carter decided to take everything down but himself. While in his room he unloaded every drawer, emptied the diaper bin and didn't sleep a wink. Arrive at the doctors (Carter is sleeping of course) and parking is a nightmare. While in the doctor's office, Nolan attempts to eat a piece of chalk and Carter has a horrible sinus infection.
Fought traffic for an hour getting home to drop off the prescription, which I find out will take 45 minute to fill. Really? You take medicine off of a shelf and hand it to me? How does that take 45 minutes? So have to drive all the way home and had to go back an hour later. After dinner, baths, pjs, and what I wished was finally time to relax, I drove back to town to pick up the damn medicine.
Now babes are asleep, I am done complaining and I think I will actually go to bed! God bless all you mamas! Some days are rougher then others but just keep telling yourself, I think I can, I think I can. . .