Monday, October 8, 2012

Cheerios and a broom

I've had a rough couple of days, knee deep in the pits of mommy hell.  No, my dog didn't die, and my relatives are still alive and kickin (and still crazy), but just the typical, ordinary things that make me want to have an emotional breakdown.  Oh wait, I did!

Let me back up to last night.  Yesterday I had a really bad IC day.  I've posted before about my struggle with Interstitial Cystitis.  I was in a tremendous amount of pain all day long and nothing was helping me feel better.  I tried my usual tricks to try to relieve the pain (hot baths, ice pack on my privates, lots of Advil, etc), but nothing was working.  My husband bought me a jumbo sized box of Junior Mints to try and cheer me up as he knows they are my absolute favorite.  I opened them up after dinner, ate a couple of them and then even handed my boys a few which is pretty damn nice of me considering I don't like to share my Junior Mints with anyone! 

I put the boys to bed and as soon as their eyes were shut and their bodies stopped twitching, I snuck out of bed like a mommy ninja.  I eagerly opened up my top dresser drawer (underwear drawer), and reached for the box with excitement and anticipation only to discover that the box was totally and completely, freaking empty! WTH?!  My dear, sweet, little momma's boys had snuck into my secret, hiding spot and ate every single Junior Mint. Yes, every last one of them.  

I don't know if it was the massive pain I had been feeling, the stress of a chaotic weekend, or what it was, but all of a sudden I began to cry.  Not just any ordinary cry, but deep, wretched sobs, as if Junior Mints had made an announcement that they were going out of business and would no longer be sold. I sobbed so loud that my husband actually felt sorry for me (i'm sure I must've been a pretty pitiful sight, lying on my bed and clutching an empty mint box for dear life).   He got into the car at 9 pm and drove to the store and bought me a brand new jumbo sized box of mints.  It was so sweet of him that I broke out into even more sobs when he returned.  

I woke up this morning hoping that today would be a better day.  I mean it can't get much worse than finding out your sweet little momma's boys ultimately betrayed you, right?  Yeah not so fast momma! 

Shortly after my dear hubby left for work, this is what I walked into: 

In just the short time it took me to upload this photo onto the computer, my two boys apparently decided that it would be more fun to toss the Cheerios all around the room.  I have never seen so many Cheerios in my entire life!  They were EVERYWHERE!  I was too distraught to take a picture, but they were under the couch, under the table, on the table, on the couch, under the bookshelf, etc. It was a Cheerio explosion. 

I'm vacuuming like a maniac when all of a sudden my foot really starts to hurt.  I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but considering I just admitted that I sobbed over an empty mint box, I guess this pales in comparison.  Early this morning I pretended I was a world famous ballerina.  I was dancing around on our hard wood floors and leaping into the air like I was auditioning for the Nutcracker.  When you are so out of shape that the only exercise you've gotten in the last few months is walking to the mailbox, it's probably best that you leave the dancing to the professionals. I tore a bunch of important stuff in my foot.  I don't know what I tore, but holy cow my foot hurts A LOT! This is also the same foot that I broke my toe on just a few weeks ago.  A toe that refuses to heal because a certain toddler who will remain nameless, likes to jump on it with shoes on. 

So, i'm limping around the playroom, vacuuming never ending mounds of Cheerios all over the floor with a gimpy foot, when the vacuum suddenly shuts off.  I thought that maybe the boys unplugged it, but nope, it was still plugged in.  I twisted the container off and it took it to the garbage can to empty it out.  Dust, hair, and several months worth of nasty funk flew all over the kitchen, as well as all over my shirt.  F@ck my life.  I managed to clean up that mess, when Peanut had gone back into the playroom and emptied out all the games and DVD's off the shelf.  I was not amused by this point.   

I re-plugged the vacuum into another outlet and the damn thing STILL wouldn't turn on.  The vacuum was dead.  By this point I had one option.  I moved the couch into a different spot to cover up some of the Cheerios but there still quite a few scattered all over the carpet.  I grabbed a broom and started sweeping Cheerios off of the carpet, which isn't easy.  My gimpy foot was throbbing, Peanut had moved on to another room of the house to destroy and I started to really hate my dear sweet hubby for getting an escape from this house of horrors.  

As I began to type this, Peanut came running over to me and said, "Mommy Mawney stuck".  Mawney is not his name, but that's what he calls him because he has a very unique and difficult name to pronounce.   

So, I head outside and this is what I see: 
My kid with his foot stuck in a pile of chopped down tree branches.  And no I didn't tell him to make this face. He did that completely on his own because he's awesome and hilarious and takes after yours truly.  Don't worry mommy saved the day!  I pulled his foot out of the branches and it didn't even require any special tools or emergency calls to the fire department.  Perhaps my day is slowly turning around for the better! 


18 comments:

  1. You are such a good Mom. After the whole throwing the Cheerios around the room thing, I would have been tempted to leave Mawney stuck, and maybe even see if Peanut wanted to join him for a while!

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    1. Hahaha! I did think about it for a minute. Actually I did make him stay like that so I could get a picture. He wasn't hurt, just annoyed that he was stuck, lol!

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  2. Ohmyword....i feel for you so, so, so dayum much. I am totally Mommied out, and the kids seem to sense it and do more damage and make more messes than normal. My head is under water. I'm breathing through a straw. And there is bird poop dripping down into the straw. That's where I'm at. Hugs, Junior Mints, and tissues, lady :) Love the post!

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  3. Oh goodness, I hate moments like that where absolutely nothing goes right!

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  4. Wow, I'm so sorry to hear about your day, just remember the saying "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"; just look at your muscles;-)

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  5. Oh dear! I was joking about it but I see that it was in fact pretty painful! So sorry that you had such a bad day!! Hope your foot is better now..did you get it checked?

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  6. Oh dear! So sorry to hear about all the stress... I know what it is like, but I must say I did enjoy reading about it! You are awesome!

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  7. I have days where I fantasize about adoption. I mean, I want to get adopted and leave my crazy family (dogs included) behind for at least a weekend. I want to get adopted by rich people who send me away to a spa...

    Anyway, I hope you are feeling better. Also, how great is your husband? That cheerios mess made me want to cry. We have stuff like that happen around here too. It's always at the worst possible time too.

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  8. Oh my! I feel for you! We've all had days like these and sometimes they feel endless! I hope things are better for you now! How's your foot?

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  9. Sorry you have had an icky past couple of days, hopefully things are turning around now :).

    Oh and BTW, I have cried over something as simple as an empty candy box before too.

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  10. There is nothing wrong with crying over a box of hijacked Junior Mints. I thought little kids hated them until mine came up missing. So sorry about your day. You need to sit down and rest a bit. When the kids are hungry, let them know that although you are mysteriously out of junior mints, there are a plethora of cheerios to be eaten "around the house". It will be like an eye-spy game!! Hang in there :(

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  11. Oh, I feel your pain sister! I've had days like that, days where the sobbing turns to a crazy laughter and then back to sobbing. It's like you can never get ahead of the chaos!btw, I found you on the Blog Hop!

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  12. I feel that way about Peanut M&M's. I will drop kick a kid for even looking in the general direction of my candy obsession. My kids like to switch out the cereal bags, so you think you're being a good girl and eating Special K and instead you get cookie crisp. I love my kids. It's a daily mantra. Love Mawney's face lol.

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  13. I sooooo feel your pain! Right now there are 10,000 air soft beads allllllllll over my house... SIGH.... I am trying to ignore them.

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  15. Hope you're feeling better. Your husband is pretty great for buying you more Junior Mints :) I can definitely relate to the IC issues. The delivery of my daughter left a lot to be desired, in terms of my unpredictable bladder.

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  16. Hells bells, I would have strapped all my kids down tight with some bungy cords long before one had a chance to get stuck in a tree. It just isn't cool to steal a momma's candy stash. Not cool at all. Hope you feel much better soon.

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  17. Two days of pure hell..no good except for your blog followers- pure entertainment... Hopefully they have been better :)

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