Running On Empty

Today was one of those days.

You know the kind I’m talking about.

It started off great, actually. My little guy and I got the 3 older kids off to school & the two of us were dressed and out of the house in a timely fashion.

We hit up Trader Joes and then I pushed my luck by taking him to Costco as well. I should have known that was going to be a bad idea when he threw himself on the floor at TJ’s refusing to push his little cart anymore. The Thanksgiving shopping crowd enjoyed this free entertainment. You’re welcome people.

After bribing him with cookies to get into his car seat, I made the trek to the grand ole warehouse.

“I wan go home,” he said gripping his car seat strap so I couldn’t unhook him.

To distract him, I asked him to hold my Costco card so he could “help us” get into the store. As I was getting a cart, I ran into a friend and two of her littles. We were chatting it up when my little guy comes up to me and says, very proudly I might add, “wook mom. I bwoke it.”

And sure enough, the kid snapped the card into two pieces. This boy must secretly be he-man or something because everything he touches breaks. I. am. not. kidding.

Somehow we made it through Costco avoiding any meltdowns. I had a bit of a break when he went down for a nap. But only an hour and 15 minutes later, he woke up.


After that, it all went downhill. The other 3 came home from school. There was whining and yelling and crying and whining and screaming. I tried to hide in my bathroom so I could comb through my hair…because guess who got lice?! shouldn’t moms be immune to all illness and bugs? geez.

The pizza delivery man rescued me from dinner duty.

Then I realized how truly out of shape I am running from the basement to the 2nd story multiple times bringing up clean sheets for bedtime. So, I ate a Peppermint Joe Joe (yummy cookies from Trader Joe’s) and felt much better about myself.

I got the boys in bed somehow (I really don’t remember). I combed through the girls hair and told them I love them and they can put themselves to bed… that it would be better that way. They understood.

I collapsed onto the couch and dozed off… but woke up right as Parenthood was starting. Now that was an unexpected surprise. And a great way to end this day.

So now I’m going to tip toe into each of my kids’ rooms and kiss them on the head and whisper how much I love them and how I can’t wait to see them in the morning.

And that’s the truth, for reals.

Off to fill up my tank . . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

That picture above was from my trip home from Birmingham on Sunday. I was a HUGE space cadet and never once checked the gas gauge before leaving to come home. I was jamming and cruising along when I glanced down and saw that about 100 miles into the drive!

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One Response to Running On Empty

  1. Many “put yourself to bed” nights in our house, I know exactly what you mean:-)
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