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Wednesday, January 6, 2010


You have been warned.

I know that I usually like to write about the crappy stuff- just because it's more interesting.

You don't come here for your daily dose of sunshine.

I even try to be a little funny about it.

But, today....

Well, the only other times that I was this tired were when I had double pneumonia and when I was in the first trimester of my first pregnancy.

Double pneumonia: I'd go up a few steps and then sit down to take a ten minute break.

First pregnancy: After teaching all day, I would either take a nap in my classroom or at least seriously consider it, since I thought the ten minute drive home was too far away to get me into my bed.

I don't quite know what's wrong. Probably mother nature deciding to beat up on me this particular month. Thanks for the gift.

But, it's magnifying everything else.

Like, making me feel like a crappy mom, who actually had to say these things many times today:

Stop beating on your brother.

Stop crying that your brother kicked you- you just punched him!

Don't bite your brother.

Where are your pants?

Don't throw your brother!

Don't use the apples as bowling bowls!

Don't hit your brother with a shovel!

STOP hitting your brother with a shovel!

Let your brother out of the cabinet!

On an on.

I've been a bit of a zombie today and my boys have jumped on that, taking advantage of my not paying as close of attention as I usually do.

This mood I'm in:

It makes me notice those 10 pounds I've gained in the past two months.

It makes me irritated with the early intervention people who can't Bear in anywhere near as soon as I'd like.(not their fault, I know)

It makes me frustrated with Hubs, who keeps changing his mind as to what he's doing job-wise. (even though I support him in this)

I'm even irritated with bil, who went back to college this week after taking some time off. Because now I don't have a free babysitter. (I'm not being logical at all- I should be happy for him)

Just every little thing.

So, tonight, I'm going to bed super early.

Not caring that I'm going to leave the house in a state of disaster.

Maybe that way, I'll feel equipped to deal with it tomorrow.

P.S. The shovels that my boys were beating on each other with- they were plastic sand shovels, in case you were worried.

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Blogger singedwingangel said...

Wow hun but ya know what it could be much more then just that time of the month. Winter can be hell on women in so many ways, add extra stress to that factor , lack of sunlight and you have a recipe for disaster. I would suggest making time for you for at least 30 minutes a day to get some direct sunlight and just not think...

January 6, 2010 at 5:24 PM  
Blogger Sunday said...

I wasn't worried for a second about the shovels....I was too busy laughing at the thought of someone actually throwing their brother!
I think as moms...especially stay at home moms, we spend so much of our day putting out fires, taking care of everyone else, and just trying to get through another monotonous, lonely day that it really starts to take a toll on us.
Thank God for blogging and a band of sisters who know how you feel...sometimes it helps a little bit knowing you are not totally alone.
I wish there was more we could do to make things better for each other.

January 6, 2010 at 5:32 PM  
Blogger adrienzgirl said...

I totally pictured your kids hitting each other with the sand shovels, maybe because I have witnessed the exact same scenario more than a time or two.

You need a long hot bath, with some aromatherapy and SLEEP! :D

January 6, 2010 at 5:39 PM  
Blogger T.J. said...

Sending you happy thoughts Shell :) GO right ahead and hide under those covers until you feel better (guess where I am as I type this, shhh!). I am a firm believer that our body and mind rebel when we push ourselves to the limit. Balancing it all is tough, especially over the holidays- take the rest you deserve :)

January 6, 2010 at 5:40 PM  
Blogger Mommy Lisa said...

Ugh...Right there with you. AND I have to be all sunshine and happiness on Saturday for my baby's birthday after I break my back all week with a cold and cleaning up so my home is presentable.

January 6, 2010 at 5:45 PM  
Blogger Stone Fox said...

so what you gotta do is get yourself a tiara and a sash. crown yourself Princess Poutypants. get a banner and some buttons made. they should say "I *heart* My Pissy Attitude." pick up some party hats and streamers. have a Pity Party. the only things you are allowed to eat at the Pity Party are cake and cheezy poofs.

or you can skip right to the eating cake and cheezy poofs part. the rest seems like an exhaustive amount of work now that i've written it down. let me know if there is going to be cake. i'll wear my Eatin' Pants.

January 6, 2010 at 5:49 PM  
Blogger Steven Anthony said...

I hope the brother getting locked in the cabinet, hit and thrown isnt the same one...ouch, lol

I hope you get some rest and feel better;)

peace my friend

January 6, 2010 at 5:58 PM  
Blogger Brandi said...

Alright, if you're throwing a pity party (especially with cake and cheezy poofs), can I come?

Let's see... the baby woke up at 3:00 a.m., decided he only wanted to take 1 nap today, my oldest gave me grief about doing school, my middle 'payback child' is refusing to eat anything but peanut butter, AND I had to tell them MANY times to stop 'throwing' each other. I caught them taking turns sitting on each other's feet (one is laying on his back w/feet up, while the other sits on the feet and gets catapulted up into the air). At one point, I envisioned a trip to the ER as someone's mouth narrowly missed a knee. Seriously, where do they come up with this crap?!

Sleep good. Tomorrow's another glorious day! :)

January 6, 2010 at 6:06 PM  
Blogger Tammy said...

Aren't we always saying "Don't do this or that"? The kids just started spitting on each other in the last day or so...I am ready to spit right back at them. But then they wouldn't learn. Instead I am just scolding.

January 6, 2010 at 6:15 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

I had to check a few times to make sure I was reading YOUR blog & not MINE! *hugs* Mother Nature's "gift" can bite my big gelatinous ass this month. I feel your pain!

January 6, 2010 at 6:32 PM  
Blogger glitterbygrammie said...

Get soem rest I diod rioght after the holidays. I am always really tired. the hustle and bsutle of christmas and then the big let down after just seems to exhaust me. I took naps for 4 days and the naps lasted 3 hours. I feel alot better now. House is a dive but I feel better.

January 6, 2010 at 6:55 PM  
Blogger glitterbygrammie said...

I think I need to turn my spell check on. LOL

January 6, 2010 at 6:55 PM  
Blogger The Princess of Sarcasm said...

It'll get better.....and if not, I'll help you hide the evidence. ;)

January 6, 2010 at 6:57 PM  
Blogger Foursons said...

I wasn't worried in the least about the shovels. Maybe I've been hardened by living with to many boys. But thanks so much for clearing that up!

I'm sorry you're having such a hard day. Hopefully tonight will bring a good night of rest and you'll feel better tomorrow.

January 6, 2010 at 6:59 PM  
Blogger Fruitcake said...

Sorry about the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day!

And if you're having a pity party, I'll bring a bottle of Bitch grenache :-) (Should go well with cake and cheezy poofs!)

January 6, 2010 at 7:22 PM  
Blogger Em said...

A long winter's nap is what you need. Then some sunlight, and maybe a dozen tulips.

Go with yellow or bright pink.

Another thing that always brightens my dark January days - sniffing Coppertone.

Swear. to. the. Lord.

I'm pretty sure the security guy at Target is going to kick me out next time. I'm too freakin' cheap to spend $8 on suntan lotion, but it's a nice hit on aisle 5.

Do it.

January 6, 2010 at 7:25 PM  
Blogger Sara @ Domestically Challenged said...

I am hearing you! Isn't it January? We are all like this!

January 6, 2010 at 7:40 PM  
Blogger Sarah and the Gentlemen said...

What? You didn't have to tell anyone not to poke their eye out?

I hope you feel better soon; these kind of days stink.

January 6, 2010 at 8:11 PM  
Blogger Kiera said...

I completely understand. A little bit of stress and I am insane and irrational. It's a shame that when things don't go my way I act like a two year old.!!

January 6, 2010 at 8:17 PM  
Blogger Elle said...

Sometimes the best remedy for a day like this is to go to bed early, so I think you're right on there. Sending uplifting thoughts that tomorrow will be a MUCH better day.

January 6, 2010 at 8:19 PM  
Blogger Anti-Supermom said...

Your kids and my kids must be related, in some weird not-practical way of being related :)

Shovels, biting and punching go hand-and-hand in our home.

Some days are just better than others. Here's to tomorrow.

January 6, 2010 at 8:36 PM  
Blogger Midday Escapades said...

Man, I've never even had pneumonia much less double!!! I do hope you get to feeling better soon and you are able to find time for pampering!

January 6, 2010 at 8:57 PM  
Blogger Semi-Slacker Mom said...

Your children act like mine. I just let them fight it out. Keeps 'em busy!

Now go to bed as I sing you to sleep. The sun'll come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun....

January 6, 2010 at 9:03 PM  
Blogger kys said...

I think I've screeched all those things at my kids. Even "Stop throwing your brother".

January 6, 2010 at 9:10 PM  
Blogger Heather @ Two Little Monkeys said...

You sound like you are in need of a break. Hope you get to feeling better soon.

January 6, 2010 at 9:39 PM  
Blogger Working Mommy said...

You poor thing...I hope your day gets better tomorrow!!


January 6, 2010 at 10:36 PM  
Blogger Arizona Mamma said...

You mean you usually care what the house looks like when you go to bed? Hmph...I've long ago given up on that.

January 6, 2010 at 10:41 PM  
Blogger Masala Chica said...

Shell. Get some rest. It sounds like you will need it for tomorrow. Which is gonna be a much smoother day.

You have boys with spirit. I know this because I have a daughter with spirit. They will drive you to insanity.

But. Don't. Ever. Think. You. Are. A. Bad. Mom.

Cuz you are the furthest thing girlfriend.

January 6, 2010 at 11:49 PM  
Blogger Eternally Distracted said...

Happy, happy thoughts...and breathe!! Good luck for tomorrow :0)

January 7, 2010 at 12:40 AM  
Blogger blueviolet said...

I'm hoping that today will be a better day for you! I'm glad that your blog is a place where you can vent.

Going to bed super early is a great idea. Sleep almost always makes me feel better on the other side. I hope you do too.

January 7, 2010 at 6:57 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

Don't the craziest things come out of our mouths when talking/yelling to/at our children?

I'm sorry you're not feeling 100%. I've been there. Hell, i'm there right now.

But, this too shall pass. Hang in there!!

January 7, 2010 at 8:04 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

I read this on the bb and couldn't comment so I'm back.
I'm hoping this mood (I have it too) has to do with the cold and being indoors to much.


January 7, 2010 at 12:00 PM  
OpenID bluecottonmemory said...

LOL- it sounds like my house! And, yes, why are whining he hit you - punch him back. Now, moms with just daughters do not get that. I didn't either, until I had a bunch of sons! I hope your day gets better!

January 7, 2010 at 1:00 PM  
Blogger Ams said...

I just popped onto your blog but have to tell you - I SO had this day yesterday. And then I got mad. And then I lashed out on a blog reader. Oh yah, it was a good one!!
Today has been much better but I just wanted to send you a belated *HUG*

January 7, 2010 at 5:15 PM  
Blogger Alexis AKA MOM said...

LOL no worries at all I so knew it had to be the plastic ones since my sons do the same thing! Your house sounds just like mine, your so not alone.

Take care of yourself I find locking myself in the bathroom, turn on the shower and sit on the toilet and just read a book. Now if you wear glasses like me the steam can make it hard but it's all good. That and a good cry everyonce in awhile.

January 8, 2010 at 2:05 AM  

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