It is 8:03pm as I write this.
I am in my disaster of an office. Covered in shreaded styrofoam packing peanuts (thanks, kids!)
Speaking of kids: My husband's children refuse to go to bed. FIND THE JOY.
What. A. Friday.
The day started off interesting as I woke up at 3 am and could not go back to sleep. My brain was swirling with thoughts for the business, how to replace the bed Henry broke (yes, Henry jumped on Emma's little toddler bed yesterday and it like disintegrated), Christmas presents still needing to be bought, etc etc etc.
I didn't want to risk waking up the kiddos with dishes or laundry so I curled up on the couch and stared at our Christmas tree. I was rather relaxing. Until 3 kittens discovered me and proceeded to scratch, bite and jump all over me. #catmomlife
I must have eventually dosed off after a while because next thing I knew my husband was yelling "oh no!! We're late." Now I'm not sure you can even imagine what getting all 5 kids up, breakfasted, dresses, teeth brushed, hair brushed, and to school. Or maybe you can guess because we always seem to be late no matter how hard I try or how early we start. The word "late" is a potty word in this house yielding a mouth washed out with soap and some time on the time out stool (if we had time that is).
But today is Friday and today little Emma has her beloved ballet class right after I drop big kids off. AND added bonus this day: Henry had a check of his tympanostomy tubes (big word, small blue ear tubes)
So I jump up and start running around like a chicken sans a noggin when I see my 7 year old in the hall. Pale skin, glossy eyes and sounding like a male walrus during mating season.
Oh no. Not today.
She was slower than usual (see: always late comment above) and just looked miserable. I knew she shouldn't go to school like that. Fabulous.
We are BEYOND blessed that my husband can work from home sometimes. Like really, truly thankful for that. So he stayed and worked from home with the sicky and I had everyone else.
Got to dance (late of course), chatted with my friends while watching Emma twirl around in a bathing suit because she refused any of her normal leotards and tutus. #pickyourbattles
Then it was off to the ear doc. Of course Eleanor had to get hungry around this time and proceed to scream her head off, Emma had to go pee pee on the pot at the doctors office yielding me to literally strip her to naked because of said bathing suit all while hearing our name being called out in the lobby.
Heaven help me.
Got her redressed and gathered up my whining 5 year old, wailing 10 month old oh and the suitcase I call a purse these days. The appointment went great and me and my noisy crew headed home... or not.
Apparently, the kittens have a parasite and need medicine which of course I forgot to pick up yesterday. Our dog Dobber tends to enjoy "kitty nuggets" if you will, so now HE needs to be seen and put on medicine too. PLUS we needed to get info on the damage the spayed and neutering was going to do to my wallet (ouch.) I literally got home, dropped my stuff and laid on the kitchen floor. I'm not sure which is more tired at this point: my body or my soul.
But we survived.
It's the end of the day and as I've walked approximately a zillion and a half miles around my house tidying up, doing laundry, getting snacks, tripping over shoes I keep walking past a beautiful printable from my friend Nichole and her fabulous Etsy shop, Nichole Marie Printery.
My to-do may be long but my soul is weary. It needs to just be still.
Mama NEEDS the night off.
Mental health night, if you will.
I'm heading up to my lovely fluffy bed and spending my evening with my bestie-but-she-doesn't-know-it, JoJo and her always hilarious husband, Chip. I'm sure she gets it. I'm sure she's dragged screaming kids through doctors offices and chased kittens down to distribute medicine. I'm sure she too has laid on her kitchen floor a time or two when her body and soul were just done for the day. I think it might be a right of passage when you're a mom. Like how I didn't feel like a real mom until I shoved my hands under sick child catching their vomit in my hands. Bleh.
But most importantly JoJo makes me feel like I can do it. If she can, I can too. She helps run a million dollar company. I run my tiny but gorgeous photo business. Size doesn't matter. We're both moms. We're both mompreneurs. We both like ship lap, mercury glass and cupcakes
See? I told you me and JoJo were besties.