If all Days Were Like Unto This Day. . .I'd Surely be Dead

I have to share the events of my day.

I woke up to babies crying. It usually puts a damper in my morning when my babies wake me up instead of vise versa. I'm so much happier when I can go in and coo them to life and see their overjoyed smiling faces. When they wake me up, especially before 10:00, I get a little upset. But I tried to turn my attitude around.

I made them breakfast, and I also made my nephew part of his breakfast. I fed the twins, changed their diapers and cleaned up. I made the remainder of my nephew's breakfast.

I went downstairs, and I forgot why. Then I remembered I was going to grab my vitamins and the boys outfits. I took my vitamins and dressed the boys.

I then went back down stairs, and I forgot why again. I think it was so I could get dressed now. So that's what I did.

I came upstairs and made sure the boys were still happy. I then went back downstairs, and, of course, I forgot why. Oh yeah, I needed to grab my purse.

I go upstairs and see the boys have spit up all over. I go to change their bibs, and see that we don't have very many left. I take the boys downstairs for their nap, and run back upstairs to ask my mom if she wants me to bring up some bibs to wash. I have a enough time before I have to take my nephew to school to run back downstairs and grab the laundry, but not enough time to sort out and grab just bibs.

Three trips later all of our dirty laundry is upstairs.

I try to help my mom sort it out a little, and then I run out the door to get my nephew to kindergarten.

I drop him off and return home to enjoy my 2 hours of alone time. Aww! This is my favorite time of day.

I make myself lunch and watch some TV and before I know it it's time to start getting the boys lunch ready.

I get their lunch made just in time to hear them wake up from their nap.

I start feeding them, and I decide to have my little boy eat sitting up. That was a whole new kind of mess :)

We get lunch down and I have to rush to get the boys all packed up for a walk.

I plan on taking the dogs, so I start looking for the harness we bought for our dog. I look upstairs. I don't see it. So I go downstairs, and of course I forget why I did. The thought comes back to me, but I still can not find the harness. I finally just grab her leash.

Out the door we go, me, the boys, my dog and my parents dog, on our way to the school to pick up my nephew.

We get there just as the bell rings. I stick both dogs in the little basket on the stroller because dogs and kids just don't mix well.

We arrive to find the normal rush of kids flowing out the gate. Another mom, that has a kid in my nephews class, offers to grab him for me. That way I don't have to battle the crowds of children with my limo of a stroller.

We head home and when we get there I shoo my nephew into the bathroom and start making him lunch.

He comes out and needs help with his belt. I help him, and continue making his lunch.

My gosh! He's taking forever in the bathroom. I go to see if he needs anything. I guess he couldn't get his pants zipped up. He finally finishes in the bathroom and eats lunch- after constant reminders to keep eating from me.

An hour later we start homework time. We work on words, we work on numbers and we work on writing. My husband comes home while we wrap up reading time, and my nephew decides to throw a fit. He goes up the stairs and won't finish his homework.

"That's fine!" I say, "I'll just go to the park without you!"

I've convinced him to finish his work.

My husband then goes to the store to get stuff for dinner and I pack up the babies, the dogs and my nephew, once again, so we can all go to the park.

We come home after 20 minutes of playtime, and my nephew is just out of control. He's grabbing and pulling, running into furniture, playing to rough with the babies and yelling and talking.

Seriously! How do you calm this kid down?

When my husband comes home I head back to the park with my nephew, and my dog, and we run. . and skip. . .and hop. . .and gallop. . .and do cartwheels and crab walks. . .- I'm Trying with all my might to wear this kid out-. . .I run out of ideas.

When I've had enough, and I've lost the dog, we run home. The dog decided to meet us there thank goodness.

At home I try to help my husband with dinner, while trying to keep two babies content and while trying to figure out why the heck my nephew is still so wired.

I try my hardest to keep my little boy happy and smiling, but he is just so whiny. My Dad comes and takes over. Thank you Dad!

I do one more homework assignment with my nephew- seriously he still has more homework to do?

I finally give my grumpy babies some juice and all the while I try to remain conscientious of my husband in there making dinner for all of us.

Dinner is ready. I'm starving, but so are my children. Of course, they come first. Both babies eat sitting up this time, which is an even bigger mess

Finally I can sit down and eat. Oh my Gosh! I'm so hungry!

After dinner, and a partial desert. My little boy is upset again. I pick him up to find that he has peed through his diaper. He's left the evidence on my shirt.

I undress him and take him upstairs to the bath. My mom brings up the other baby, and I have my nephew hop in too just for good measure. This, of course, means our bath time consists of, "No that's too rough! Play nice! Be soft!"

My husband and I get all the children bathed and lotion-ed.

I then head down two flights of stairs and grab pajamas for my boys- I didn't forget this time!

The boys are so tired so they cry the whole time I'm dressing them. I get them dressed I go downstairs, and I grab a blanket and cuddle with my big boy on the couch. I'm trying to put him to sleep, but in reality I'm the one falling asleep.

The boys go to bed and I can finally relax. I have not felt this exhausted in a long time.