So, I think I'm really bad about keeping up with blog posts. In fact, I know I am. It's just one more thing to add to my day of stuff that I never get done. I feel that since I've become a mommy this has been the story of my life.
Today has been "one of those days." It started out to be what I thought would be a great day. The kids slept in, so I got to sleep in. They even came and cuddled with me before we got up to start our day. The kids went off ahead of me to pour cereal and turn a cartoon on so I could get up and get ready for the day. When I walked out of my room 30 minutes later, a scene of mass destruction lay in each of their bedrooms. I went downstairs to find out that not one of my kids had decided to actually get breakfast and were just starting to make oatmeal when I walked into the kitchen.....which actually ended with just as much dried powdered oatmeal on the floor as there was eaten. After breakfast, I sent them all upstairs with my words trailing behind them, "CLEAN YOU ROOM AND THEN YOU CAN PLAY." All morning.....no cleaning occurred, had to take the van to the Toyota dealership for new spark plugs....no cleaning, all afternoon......no cleaning occurred, daddy came home from work........still no cleaning had occurred. Fighting, more destruction and a lot of whining had occurred instead.
It's "one of those days" when you pull out the Cabernet Sauvignon at 4:00 PM. No....I did not drink the whole bottle though it crossed my mind at first. Luckily, my knight in shining armor took the three minions to the store with him to give me a break before we had to go pick up our van. I thought I would get a chance to fold some laundry and then relax. Instead, I just relaxed. So much nicer that way! I thought the day was looking up. Not quite so sure after the following episode.
After dinner, Cora was still hungry so she got a banana which happened to be a little overripe. It was not brown but it was soft in parts. Cora decided that since it didn't look right, she was no longer hungry after a couple of bites. I proceeded to listen to "I'm fu-ull, my tummy huuurts, I'm fu-ull, my tummy huuuurts.....over and over and over again. Ryan took matters into his hands after we listened to the whining for 10 minutes or so. All I can say is thank goodness for my wonderful hubby. I'm trying to pick and choose my battles and the wasting food battle is one I choose to fight. Lucky for me, Ryan battles it a whole different way. The whining stopped, the children are in bed, and I'm starting to return to halfway sane. I guess it's time for homework now.
So, though I'm horrible at this blogging thing....hopefully, the story of how a day in the life of my family goes, helps justify my not getting to this task. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but with so little to do here in Iwakuni on a small budget....the whining and fighting has increased tremendously. Oh how I look forward to moving back to the states to have things to do!
On a side note...and thinking about it now....it probably should have been the main part of the post, if I was a good mommy, but here are some pictures from our wonderful Christmas day which for once had very little fighting, yelling, screaming, kicking or punching.
