Losin' it just a little

Anyone who knew me before I had kids has probably thought to themselves in the last 5 years that I have lost some sanity. I think I agree. Some days are just more overwhelming than I can handle. I love my kids and I love the fact that I get to stay home with them and see every little thing they do. But, sometimes they drive me BONKERS! Let's take a look at yesterday. We recently listed our house with a realtor and she was scheduled to come over yesterday at 4 to take pictures of the interior and exterior for her brochures and her website. I started cleaning/tidying as soon as we woke up yesterday morning. The kids were home and playing. Gege and Papa came over and brought some potted flowers for the front porch (per my request) to enhance the curb appeal. They offered to take the kids back to their house so I could finish cleaning. I was appreciative, but decided to keep them home. The kids weren't bad and didn't misbehave, they just acted like kids. They played in their rooms, in the den, in the kitchen, in our room and upstairs...and they pulled out toys in all of those places. I changed their sheets since I was making their bed and an hour later, Bradley peed on his sheets. The kids LOVE to play games in their bed and Bradley really loves to get cuddly in his bed with as many toys as he can fit, blankets, pillows, Bay and a juice. But, since we're doing the dreadful potty training (and failing miserably) he had on underwear. Well, he ended up peeing on his comforter and sheet. I was SO MAD! I yelled, and told him I was mad and did all the things you're NOT supposed to do when you're potty training. Then, as we're changing pants in the bathroom, I notice that the toilet needs to be flushed because it looks like there might be poo in it. Upon closer inspection, however, I notice that it's not poo, but a PLUM in the toilet. And, I know that 30 minutes earlier, Rachel had asked for one and had apparently decided that the toilet was a trashcan. Again, I yelled at her, MADE her put her precious little hand in the toilet and retrieve the plum and throw it in the trashcan. Then I told her to go wash her hands and sit on her bed. I was SO MAD again!!! And, while all this is going on, poor, sweet baby Trent has to wait for me to finish dealing with his siblings so that he can nurse. We were able to get everything cleaned and it looked great when the realtor showed up, but I was mighty tired. The kids and I ended up piling into the car and driving to Monroe to chick-fil-a. It was a nice break to just get into the car and leave.

That's pretty much our daily saga...wake up, nurse Trent, change diaper, fix juice and food for R&B, take B to potty, nurse Trent, change diaper, take B to potty, start laundry, try to fold laundry, answer phone, change diaper, take B to potty, nurse Trent, make lunch, answer phone, clean up lunch, change diaper, take B to potty, try to fold new pile of laundry that was added to unfinished previous pile, nurse Trent, take B to potty, try to entertain R&B, answer phone, think about something decent we could eat for dinner, take B to potty, etc....You get the idea. And, add in the 5 million poo and pee accidents that occur daily, so that adds cleaning the floor where it happened and changing the underwear again. THAT is why I go bonkers and am losin' it just a little.

I know...it won't last forever...
I will one day look back on these days and long for more time while my kids are young...
Kids grow up too fast...
But, sometimes I still feel overwhelmed (and blessed and loved and extremely privileged).