What Turns Your Hair Gray?

What Turns Your Hair Gray in Your Twenties?

    -Little Two Year Old Boys that is!! 


Some days tend to be more challenging than others but for some odd reason, the hard days grace their presence when Mama feels bad!  The tale you hear of children feeling your emotions must be so true because my 'babies' were very unhappy Monday as well.
I recently had gallbladder surgery and my tummy had just started to get better.  In other words, if you've every had gallbladder surgery or you know someone who has, you know that once you have it, it takes a while for you to be able to eat certain foods without having an immediate upset tummy.
I was finally able to down Mexican food and Italian, so I totally forgot about the whole deal when my son's birthday party came up.  
The party was a lot of work & ended up taking over the entire Saturday so Sunday was my time to breath and do...well, nothing!
Doing nothing brought on the doing nothing snack urge.  There was a bag of chips and ranch dip left over and boy did I dig in!  I must have lost my mind because I haven't had chips in maybe a year and it's just something we never have in the house.  Anyhow, I woke up Monday morning feeling every shad of bad.
  What I thought was just a bad reaction to bad snack choice in turn kept me running every 2 minutes to the library if you know what I mean.  Just try to breast feed your baby when you really cannot sit down for 5 whole minutes to do so.
My babies are 6m and 2 yrs old.  When one would stop crying, on came the button for the other to cry..um I meant scream.  It was a day of nonstop ciaos.  Before noon, my body was so exhausted from being sick, I felt as if I would pass out any minute.  However, Mama's do not get sick days!  Mama's still have to take care of the kiddies, the house, the meals..etc....we're Super Woman, don't you know.
The 'ugh' highlight of the day happened when I thought my 2yr old had actually fell asleep for his nap.  I should have known better when as soon as he laid down there was complete silence.  At this age, silence means the kiddo is up to something no good!!  Right when this clicked in my head, he started screaming and couldn't get his door open. (His new habit-doors have to stay closed or it wrecks his nerves!)
Well, he couldn't open the door because his hand were GREASY as were his hands, arms, legs, the back of his head at the neck and this greasy goo was ALL in the floor, side of his bed and all over every stitch of covers that poor baby had on the bed.  
Bless his heart!  Since my surgery, I started changing him on his bed as I was not able to pick him up for a while and I carry the diaper caddy with me. That morning I felt so bad that I dropped it and apparently I didn't pick up everything.  The curious little guy had found a tiny tub of cortisone cream!  Luckily, he thought he was putting lotion on himself like we normally do after his bath and his mouth and teeth were not greasy so he didn't eat it; thank goodness!
At the time, my 6M old was in her jumperoo and since she was ok, I took my toddler to have a bath but of course, as soon as the tub fills, the baby starts crying...no, screaming!
After several wash downs to be sure all the greasy mess  was all off, I wrapped a towel around him and ran to the baby because it didn't seem like a normal cry.  I took her out of the jumperoo and she was fine other than being hungry so off to the crib for a minute she went.
I grabbed the clean cloths and a diaper for the 2 year old and ran into the living room to get him dressed right quick before he....peed.  Too late.  There he stood so proudly with a little smirk on his face, standing so tall, peeing on his new little green chair he had gotten for his birthday.  Luckily it was a perfect little puddle & I had wonderful Lysol wipes to work it's magic...many many Lysol wipes!  
Needless to say, back to the bath he went while my 6M old was still crying of hunger.  
My husband was having a really busy day at work so I was trying so hard not to call him to come home, so I went with my newly constructed plan.  I would do nothing but survive the day and just worry about feeding the kids!  I shut my 2yr old's door b/c Daddy could get that up when he got home if I didn't feel any better and I sent him to our room in an attempt for a nap.  He love to sit on our bed and watch cartoons and he doesn't get to do that much.  He was so tired that he did quiet down and tucker out.  A good thing about baths, they make little ones feel sleepy. :)  
Finally, I fed the baby and was able to keep down a turkey sandwich and a V8 Smoothie myself.
Before I knew it, my husband was home and I had not been able to cook supper! UGH!  
After resting a few minutes, he headed out to get something.  Not long after he left, our neighbor called.  She had cooked too much supper and thought we may want it as she didn't want it to go to waste!  What a blessing in disguise!  It's funny how things turn out.
Not many days are like this.  Better yet, I haven't even HAD a day like this any other time but when those rough days come I always remind myself that women do this all the time by just themselves and many have it much worse than I.  Those tough times build good days and all through the day, my kids love me and wish for nothing but to be around me, even when I feel bad.  They don't care how pooey I look; they just want to see me smiling back at them.