What?

I know, I know, I just posted yesterday. What kind of crazy shenanigans are going on around here. Well, I will tell you. Tonight was one of those nights. If you are a parent, you know what I mean. I have posted about how my life is crazy (not me) before and tonight was one of those nights.

It started out promising. A was in a good mood when she came home from school (she usually is) and the kids, all of them, played in the backyard while I laid on the couch. Blissful. Then they came in and played nicely in the toy room. Wonderful. Then it was time to make dinner...queue craziness. E for some reason breaks down at dinner time. I start to make dinner and he, all of a sudden, cannot live with out me. He cries, claws at my legs, follows me around and trips me. The. Entire. Time. Tonight was no exception. Luckily, we were having tacos...pretty easy. So it was about time to eat and E followed the other kids into the dining room and thought he could sit at the table like a big boy and even attempt to pour himself some juice apparently. There goes the entire gallon of juice all over the table. Fun times.

After dinner, I decides that he is going to shove three large baby carrots in his mouth at once and nearly joke a few times in the process. I finally make him SIT and finish what's in his mouth. This is all while he is crying about a toy that won't stay put together. Then the kids all wanted the tattoos they got for Christmas on. I know I doesn't really like them but he persists. Then has huge hysterics when the temporary tattoo is already in place. "It hurts" and "I dont' want it" and crying and screaming. My explaining to him that it will wash off in a couple of days and if I scrub it off now it will hurt (I don't have any rubbing alcohol or nail polish remover right now). So A, being the helpful big sis she is, takes him to the bathroom and starts trying to scrub it off for him. That didn't go over well either.

The little boys went to bed (we have taken I's binky away and bedtime wasn't pretty tonight for him...or me) and all I had to do was get the older two to brush their teeth and get jammies on. It would have been great if it hadn't have taken them 20 min to 'brush' their teeth, or when A knocked the crystal doorknob off into the toilet. J has a problem. He can remember EVERYTHING, except to flush the toilet. That crystal doorknob and, subsequently, my hand was met by an extremely unpleasant surprise in that toilet. While J can't remember to flush, he does remember to wipe and he was VERY thorough this time. I extricated the doorknob and flushed the toilet. Not good. The entire roll of toilet paper he used to get the job done, did not want to go down. The toilet over flows all over the bathroom with disgusting water from the toilet and the plunger is downstairs. I make a mad dash for the basement to get it and find that all of that mess was dumping into the basement now. In the cat's food no less. Along with the washer and dryer and the floor and everything else in the vicinity. Oh. My. Gosh.

All this was going on, and A is just getting upset left and right asking, "Mommy, why are you so upset at us?" Well...well...Mommy was just not a happy camper this evening. I am really not sure how to explain to a 6 year old that I have just had my limit for the day and  I am not upset at them, I am just done, ya know. I tried, I hope she understood, I had a nice cuddle session with each of them as I tucked them in and here I am.

Tonight was crazy. It was one of those nights that I REALLY wish my husband were home. It was one of those nights that I was asking myself  "Am I really ready to do this all over again?" That's right people...we are expecting....again. It has taken us a while and some medical help, but we are expecting. I am not far along at all and I normally don't 'announce' it to the world this early. A friend mentioned that it is kind of nice for people to know why I am miserable and cranky and tired all the time....and I am. That is why I was so happy when the kids entertained each other so beautifully for a couple of hours this afternoon...I got to lay on the couch. I know they are just kids and none of what went on this evening was any one's fault and that I am so much more irritable right now. I LOVE my children so entirely. I am so grateful to have so many little ones in my home and in my care. I love that they have each other to play with and that they all just adore each other (most of the time). I know that I will laugh about tonight at some point, but for  now I am grateful they are in bed this evening and that my hubs is finally home.