Today was one of those days that I wish I could erase and start over. I dislike Mondays for many reasons, but today just added another bad one to the stack. The kids slept decently last night, so I can't complain about that as I usually do, but as I was just waking up, baby girl decided to have a major spitup all over herself, me and the bed. Not fun. She is my spitting-up-est baby yet, so I usually am prepared, but this morning in the semidarkness of the room and my brain, I was floundering. That started the day. Then my boys fought all morning about something or another, mostly because I didn't have time to get them breakfast because a certain baby was crying too. That will fray anyone's nerves. (yes, even yours Grandma, but it might take longer) To top it off, I was too tired to deal with any of the nonsense. I just hate it when days start this way.
I guess my dislike for Mondays has nothing to do with any of the above happenings. It's because usually the house is a disaster from being gone alot, there is mountains of dishes to tackle, the food supply is low, we're all a bit (or alot) tired, the boys want too much attention from me since Daddy is back to work and it all indicates that the weekend fun is over. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, since it happens every week, but I'm not. I like my husband being home. I like to do fun stuff. I like to go to bed late sometimes. (meaning 10 rather than 9) I like it that my husband helps me carry a fussing baby around so my back and neck don't get so sore. But, I guess everyone else in the world has a Monday to deal with in their own way...so I really shouldn't complain.
I am reading (in small increments of time here and there) "The No-Cry Sleep Solution", and hoping that will shed some light on some areas. Baby does sleep well at night, it's the day time that I can't seem to figure out or improve.
So, now my challenge is nap time. We all need one, and hopefully I can get them synchronized so that we all get one. Until next time...when it's hopefully a better day.