Do you ever have those days, you know, one of THOSE days?!?
It all starts with a mirage of things you must accomplish during the day:
1. Go to store to buy caramel, apples, sticks.
2. Assemble said items for friend Halloween party dessert assignment.
3. Attend meeting at hospital.
4. Make dinner.
4. Make dinner.
Not a lot to handle, and I'm sure there are many of my fellow mommies out there who could do these tasks in a matter of 47 minutes. Instead:
- Before going to store, clean up broken up shards of glass and sop up perfume from 1/2 full Clinique Happy bottle that my son decided to pick up and throw off the vanity because I wouldn't let him brush his teeth for the 7th time this morning. Redo make-up from breaking into tears.
- Insert stiff-as-a-board son into his carseat because he wants to play with the cat instead of getting in the car. (Mind you, it's 20 degrees outside) Undo straps of carseat as far as possible, wrestle son into seat, and proceed to winch him down into a sitting position, tie-down style.
- Manage to destroy and dirty my friends kitchen as we commence and put together the caramel apples while our children destroy the other parts of her house. (Side note again: She's 20 weeks pregnant, and just started feeling better, there's nothing that says, "your my best friend" like demolishing your brand new house) Oh, and skipping out early and leaving her with a mess to clean up because you have to get to your meeting at the hospital.
- While trying to make dinner, Brody is outside with Blake. I am cleaning the bathroom when I hear, "Brody's coming inside because he chose to get wet." LOVE IT!
- While son is in bathtub, newly cleaned bath tub, proceeds to poop. Just as we were finishing. How much bleach is "too much"?
- Son falls asleep in his high chair during dinner because of course, has not taken a nap. I put him in his crib, wakes up, screams, I bring him back out. He then tries to take a bite of my food, which is too spicy, so he spits it out all over the floor and goes for my water, which then gets knocked over and spills forming a Niagra falls-esque cascade down my dining room table.
At this point, I had lost it. I screamed, loudly. Blake put me in time-out. I calmed down. Took a shower. I feel better.
The moral of the story (because there always has to be): If I would've erased #1 on my "to accomplish" list and replaced it with, "Be the best mommy you can be today," I do not believe any of the above would've happened.
The night before Brody's birthday I decided that Brody should wake up to a room full of ballons and streamers for his birthday. I began blowing up balloons, seriously got lightheaded, hands numb and tingling (no joke) but blew up 50 balloons to put on the floor in his room. After I finished Blake then suggested that we could blow up more balloons using the air compressor outside. Because, you know, it would be 'alot easier that way'. Fist of wrath!!! Brody was so surprised and we spent most of his birthday morning playing with balloons, throwing them in and out of his crib and then popping everyone of them with scissors (his favorite part). 
Brody was so supported by his family members who love him! We had hamburgers and hotdogs, salads, chips, drinks, and of course, what 2 year old party isn't complete without an awesome, rockin', construction cake built by his crafty Martha Stewart Mother. {Insert pat on back here}. The John Deere toys courtesy of Smith and Edwards, complete with an Rolo transporting Gator, bulldozer pushing Vanilla Wafer crumbs, skidsteer loading milk duds, and of course, a track hoe loading oreo cookie pieces into the dump truck. The brownie brick wall was conceptually designed and built by RB Hall Construction owner, Blake Hall, aka Dad. Brody squeeled when he saw the cake and just wanted to play with the trucks. 
