trying to breathe through it.
For the first time in our married life, I don’t clean up the kitchen as soon as we’re done eating.
“Ok, it’s bath time…go upstairs and get undressed; I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
They take off running and I take a moment to wipe down the table and set the dishes to soak, otherwise it will drive me crazy. Once I’m done, I walk through the living room and notice Jayson looking at me with a worried frown on his face. After I’m out of his line of sight, I roll my eyes and think, “Heaven forbid you get up and help me.”
Walking down the hallway, I don’t hear any noise and I have a feeling I’m not going to be happy when I walk in the twins’ bedroom. Maybe pregnancy makes you psychic because I’m definitely unhappy; they are sitting on the floor fully clothed playing with those damned LEGOS they love so much.
They’re so involved in what they’re doing, they don’t even notice me until I say in a loud voice, “Boys, I told you to get undressed for your bath. Put up your toys immediately…it’s your bath time and almost bedtime.”
Evidently something has possessed my usually sweet children because instead of listening, I get glares and slamming of toys in the container I have for their LEGOS.
I try to be patient, but my back is screaming with every move I make. Not to mention my loud voice. And what is Jayson doing? I know he hears me. Am I a single parent now on top of everything else?
After getting their bath ready, I go back to get them and Braxton is only half undressed. I feel my temper spiking, but I’m not one of those parents that usually screams at their kids so I count backwards in my head.
I help Braxton get the rest of his clothes off and then lead them into the restroom. Any other time, I make them use the potty so they don’t go in the tub except this time I don’t and wouldn’t you know…one of them pees in the bathtub.
I have officially had it.
“Jayson, can you get off of your ass and come and help me with your sons?!”
I hear gasps and immediately I feel like the most horrible person in the world, especially when I look down and see tears welling up in my babies’ eyes.
Jayson walks in and asks, “What’s going on? I can hear you from downstairs.”
Now on top of feeling like a monster, I’m pissed off. “Excuse me! If you’re so perfect, you do it. One of them peed in the water so you have to start over and please get them to bed. My back is killing me. I’m going to lie down.”
Not waiting for an answer, I bend down, kiss the boys, and take off to our room. Since I didn’t get to eat, I decide to take a detour to the kitchen and find some comfort food. I really want this day to end.
The more that I think about everything during my drive, the more ridiculous I feel. Yet, some part of me still feels frustrated at the way the night went down.
While everything was going on, Jayson was studying a Pediatric book and I know if I had just asked him, he would have helped me. The thing is, I didn’t want to have to ask, I wanted him to get up and do it on his own.
My thoughts go back to last night and how angry I was about everything.
I still feel awful for yelling like that in front of the twins as well as using bad language. Then to make matters worse, they do everything Jayson wants and he’s in and out of their room in less than 30 minutes. That annoys me more than anything.
Guess what, that’s not all. Deciding to bury everything in comfort food, which includes Swiss Cake Rolls…and yes, I know I shouldn’t be eating them…thank you Dr. Reece. This throws me into another bitch fit and I stomp upstairs to call Madison. She makes it worse by going on about how she’s done it 6 times. Eye roll.
At that moment I’m just over it all. My back is killing me by this point. I take two Tylenol when Jayson isn’t looking…he doesn’t like me to take them even though my OB says a small amount is ok…and I go to
For the first time in our married life, I don’t clean up the kitchen as soon as we’re done eating.
“Ok, it’s bath time…go upstairs and get undressed; I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
They take off running and I take a moment to wipe down the table and set the dishes to soak, otherwise it will drive me crazy. Once I’m done, I walk through the living room and notice Jayson looking at me with a worried frown on his face. After I’m out of his line of sight, I roll my eyes and think, “Heaven forbid you get up and help me.”
Walking down the hallway, I don’t hear any noise and I have a feeling I’m not going to be happy when I walk in the twins’ bedroom. Maybe pregnancy makes you psychic because I’m definitely unhappy; they are sitting on the floor fully clothed playing with those damned LEGOS they love so much.
They’re so involved in what they’re doing, they don’t even notice me until I say in a loud voice, “Boys, I told you to get undressed for your bath. Put up your toys immediately…it’s your bath time and almost bedtime.”
Evidently something has possessed my usually sweet children because instead of listening, I get glares and slamming of toys in the container I have for their LEGOS.
I try to be patient, but my back is screaming with every move I make. Not to mention my loud voice. And what is Jayson doing? I know he hears me. Am I a single parent now on top of everything else?
After getting their bath ready, I go back to get them and Braxton is only half undressed. I feel my temper spiking, but I’m not one of those parents that usually screams at their kids so I count backwards in my head.
I help Braxton get the rest of his clothes off and then lead them into the restroom. Any other time, I make them use the potty so they don’t go in the tub except this time I don’t and wouldn’t you know…one of them pees in the bathtub.
I have officially had it.
“Jayson, can you get off of your ass and come and help me with your sons?!”
I hear gasps and immediately I feel like the most horrible person in the world, especially when I look down and see tears welling up in my babies’ eyes.
Jayson walks in and asks, “What’s going on? I can hear you from downstairs.”
Now on top of feeling like a monster, I’m pissed off. “Excuse me! If you’re so perfect, you do it. One of them peed in the water so you have to start over and please get them to bed. My back is killing me. I’m going to lie down.”
Not waiting for an answer, I bend down, kiss the boys, and take off to our room. Since I didn’t get to eat, I decide to take a detour to the kitchen and find some comfort food. I really want this day to end.
The more that I think about everything during my drive, the more ridiculous I feel. Yet, some part of me still feels frustrated at the way the night went down.
While everything was going on, Jayson was studying a Pediatric book and I know if I had just asked him, he would have helped me. The thing is, I didn’t want to have to ask, I wanted him to get up and do it on his own.
My thoughts go back to last night and how angry I was about everything.
I still feel awful for yelling like that in front of the twins as well as using bad language. Then to make matters worse, they do everything Jayson wants and he’s in and out of their room in less than 30 minutes. That annoys me more than anything.
Guess what, that’s not all. Deciding to bury everything in comfort food, which includes Swiss Cake Rolls…and yes, I know I shouldn’t be eating them…thank you Dr. Reece. This throws me into another bitch fit and I stomp upstairs to call Madison. She makes it worse by going on about how she’s done it 6 times. Eye roll.
At that moment I’m just over it all. My back is killing me by this point. I take two Tylenol when Jayson isn’t looking…he doesn’t like me to take them even though my OB says a small amount is ok…and I go to
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