Today I did all the laundry. It's a lot of work pushing load after load through the wash. Tonight after giving the twins a bath and putting jammies on, Ruth cried and made a fuss because she wants to take a bath too. She gets in and I start the water. In the front room I hear a shaking sound. Ben is emptying a bag of cereal on the carpet. I get the vacuum out and beginning cleaning it up (because I want to put these little maniacs to bed ASAP). After I finish vacuuming I turn the corner to see my bathroom light on and the door shut. I discover the entire bathroom flooded with poop water! Apparently someone had clogged the toilet with number 2. Sam decided to make the toilet bowl his dunk tank for the soccer ball all while repeatedly flushing. I grab all the freshly cleaned towels on my bed and frantically try to soak up the distinguishing water which is an inch deep everywhere. Finally, I get the floor dry and wash my hands. I'm ready to tackle bedtime! I shut the bathroom door and hear water running. I remember Ruth in the bath. I open the other bathroom door to find Ruth sitting in a tub full of water slipping out! This bathroom is flooded too! Water running onto the carpet. I yell for Eden to grab any towel she can find. I start yelling at Ruth and asking her why she didn't turn the water off (in my head realizing that I probably always turn the water off for her)??
At the point I am mentally giving myself a pep talk: "Keep it together Cyndi. They are almost in bed. Keep it together. Breathe. Hurry up and get this mess under control before they make another one. Breathe."
Now I have 3 loads of poop towels to laundry. I want to laugh but I can't! I can't because this is hard! Homework, dinner, soccer, chores, bedtime...it is so stinking hard. Paul has 3 more days until he turns his disteration in. He hasn't been home before 10pm since April (that is the main reason I decided to go to Utah this summer).
NOBODY, I'm telling you NOBODY will be happier when that dissertation is done. Done!
Today is a normal day. I only talked about bedtime. That was just one little episode of the day. I could tell you about earlier today when I was mowing the front yard (because it has been raining like crazy and it was a jungle). I told Ruth I'd pay her a dollar if she played with the twins on the tramp. When I checked on them, the twins were in the garden throwing tomatoes! Stomping on all the plants. I tried to get them out but they both ran into the middle.
Or today when the insurance called about David's medical bills from July 2013 and the twins got in the car. They opened the first aid kit and smeared icy hot all over. While cleaning that up Ruth got into the otter pops and let one melt on the carpet.
Or earlier tonight at Eden's soccer practice when Sam ran into the bushes going towards a ditch right as Ben ran into Eden and got kicked in the nose. Ben's nose starts gushing blood, Ruth won't pick up her baby doll she brought out to the field and David is off chasing moths!
When I'm older and lose my mind you will know why!
I feel better now. Thanks.
3 comments:
That sounds like a super hard day! I am sending you a box of chocolates that you can eat after you get those crazies in bed! You are such a good mom Cyndi, and the most patient lady ever. You should get an honorary Ph.D. for putting up with all of this madness for the past few years. Hopefully it will all just be laughs and stories when you guys are all done. Love and miss you!
This is THE HARDEST job on the planet and you are in the thick of it. IT IS SO HARD and even harder when your teammate is MIA. I hated those MIA years, and now that Cody has another set of boards on the horizon (DOES IT EVER END) I am remembering them. Hang in there! It does get better as they get older...well kind off, in one way. You are such an awesome mother and I still consider you a dear friend. I wish we lived closer to one another.
Oh my goodness Cyndi...you are my hero....that you can go through all of this and still make a clever, humorous post! I'm a bit behind in your life/blog. So is P done? Have you moved on to somewhere new?
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