Just Another Day in Paradise

So last night my oldest 3 boys went to stay the night with my mom. My man got home from work at 6. I thought how nice. I only have the 2 babies, that should make for an easy fairly quiet night. I'm thinking a nice dinner that we made together, a quick clean up, then cuddling in front of the TV watching a movie and eating popcorn. In my head this worked out so nicely. In my head it was a calm, quiet, relaxing, romantic, and smooth night.

Well my head doesn't know squat. I had drifted in my happy place but was quickly snapped back to reality. In my happy place a screaming, hungry, and on the verge of getting sick 2 month old was not factored in nor was a bored, hyper, and curious 2 year old.

We had agreed that my man would grill up some pork steaks and I would make the sides. Well I just started the potatoes when the baby started screaming. I look at the clock, CRAP. Time to stop and feed. I breastfeed him so it's not just quick fix a bottle and be on my way. Nope, I have to stop and sit down and am completely useless for roughly 20 minutes. The man is outside cooking the meat the potatoes are started but unfinished and I'm sitting on the couch with a baby attached to my boob. Awesome.

While I'm sitting there feeding the baby, K2 decides that he is really bored. His older brothers are gone and there is no one to run after, keep up with, or help keep him entertained. So one would think that he would go into his room, grab one of the 50 million toys that light up and makes extremely loud and obnoxious noises and play with that right? WRONG. No he found it much more entertaining to take every single DVD we own off the shelf and throw them all over the place. So I'm sitting on the couch with one kid attached to me, one kid making a mess while I'm hollering no at him, the potatoes are half done, and the man is outside cooking the meat. Great start to my calm night right?

The man comes walking in with the meat cooked up and ready for eating and realizes what has been going on inside. He gets the rest of dinner going and starts picking up the DVDs. I finish feeding the baby and start making K2's plate, get him sat down at the table and start making my own. Pretty much as soon as I sit down to eat K2 is done eating. I grab a wet washcloth clean him up, get him down and sit down to eat dinner with my man.

While we were eating K2 is running around like a crazy man. I mean he was literally running in circles around the living room and would stop just long enough to laugh and then start running again. The kool aid in his sippy cup must have been extra good last night because he was acting 3 kinds of crazy.

We finished our dinner and the man bathed K2 while I cleaned up the kitchen. Anyone who has ever bathed a 2 year old knows that's no easy matter and mine is no exception. To top it of he HATES having his hair washed. Well sorry kiddo, when you stick butter and potatoes in your hair it has to be washed. So I'm washing dishes to the sweet music of a screaming 2 year old.

Bath done, dishes done, K2 in bed, now on to cuddling and a movie. NOT! K0 is fighting some nasty sinus crud, having a hard time breathing, and just plum doesn't feel good. Who can blame him for being crabby. Lord knows when I feel like that I'm crabby. So to help his poor little nose I give him a bath and let him soak in the warm water. The bath did help at least while he was in the tub. I rub some baby vicks vapor rub on him and work on getting him to sleep. At this point the man and I are talking a quicky and bed.

Finally after a little over an hour K0 is asleep.

My man looks at me and says, "I'm exhausted." I agreed so am I. I guess we'll save the movie, the cuddling, the popcorn, and the quicky all for another night.