Exhausted

I'm exhausted. I hurt. And my eye keeps twitching. I don't know why. Probably because I'm tired. Jacob has been busy with the musical which is this weekend, so we pretty much haven't seen him this week. That means everything on the home front falls on me. Which is fine. I can handle it! I'm just worn out, and apparently cranky. And I'm sure Jacob is exhausted and worn out (and maybe cranky too). November is a busy month around here!

Yesterday I met a couple of people to sell them a couple of things that didn't sell at my garage sale. I like to meet in public places when I can, so I had a time set up to meet someone at 11 and 11:25. Got the boys ready...which is quite the task in itself. Headed to Walgreens to wait and the lady was about 10 minutes late. She was apologetic and really it was fine because both of my kids were restrained for a few  minutes. Ha! After she left we went in the store just to kill some time. I was just about ready to head back to the van to wait when she messaged that she was just leaving work and it would be another 15-20 minutes. Sigh. So we wandered the toy aisle again and thankfully both boys were in happy moods! The lady finally showed up and I handed the car seat over, but I felt a little sad. Daniel came home from the hospital in that seat...and James would have if it weren't for that darn nurse...

Daniel wanted to go to the park, but it was too windy and cold so then he asked if we could drive around, so we did. The afternoon was rather uneventful, but come suppertime each night I feel like I start losing control. By the 3rd meal of the day I just want to order a pizza and call it a day.

Both boys needed a bath, which went better than a few nights ago. They LOVE taking baths together, but James won't stop standing up in the tub. I remember going through this with Daniel and it drives me crazy! Plus he gets super wild and crazy and Daniel thinks it's hilarious and gets too crazy. I kept having to grab James so he wouldn't fall, but eventually he rocked too hard and fell over backward. I was waiting for the tears, but nope. The kid burst into laughter. Good grief.

Getting dried off and pj's on is insane. James is also going through a phase where he doesn't want to have clothes or diapers put on and will twist his body in every direction while SCREAMING like I'm trying to kill him. What should take a few minutes takes 10! Then when I'm done, he happily crawls off like nothing ever happened.

Bedtime is hard because Daniel and I have a routine and James wants up on my lap. Then he screams to get down. Then he opens dresser drawers and pulls everything out. Then comes the tears because he's tired too.

Once both boys were asleep, I finally curled up under a blanket and got some quality time with Netflix. I can't even begin to describe how badly my back hurt by that point. At least Daniel slept all night and didn't climb in bed with me until around 6:30. Just wish James would sleep a bit better at night.

Today? Well I'm kinda over it. 3 hours until bedtime begins! I've had a cranky 12 month old who wants up and then down. Wants to eat and then throws his food and shakes his head no at me. And turns the TV on and off and on and off and on and off....ALL. DAY. LONG. I'm hoping the cover I ordered will come soon and actually work so he stops messing with the buttons! :)
And Daniel has allergies and/or a cold. He's not feeling the greatest, but acting fine other than he's taken sassy to a whole new level.

I may have lost it and yelled at him at lunch today. Then I wiped his face too hard which hurt his nose and he started crying, which made me feel awful. So, I apologized and he was good for 10 minutes before acting up again. So much sass, but I'm trying.

Here's hoping for an easy night and a good day tomorrow! I'm looking forward to church so I can relax and listen to grown ups for a little while! :)

This is just a vent and I totally realize how petty I sound when horrible things are happening in other parts of the world right now. I didn't have much time to pay attention to what was happening in Paris yesterday, but when I was able to read and see just a bit on TV, my heart just hurt. I've shed some tears. Such awful things happening and my heart and prayers are with them. Instead of complaining, I should be happy that I have my family and I will try to remember that through the stress of motherhood!