I am losing my mind with this kid.
He is driving me insane.
Three days with both boys alone- one who is way too curious and into everything, one who is sick and whiny- too much for me.
I’m in need of a night to let loose, and I fully intend to do so tonight regardless of the fact that my two kids are still going to be home.
This past weekend I was tired. Laid the boys down for a nap and I decided to lay down as well. I woke up two hours later, walked by Porter’s room and noticed he wasn’t in bed. I feared for the worst. And I had every right to. I crept downstairs… quiet. I smelled the strong smell of 409 carpet cleaner and cucumber. Why? WHY? I peek into the living room to find Porter standing by the fireplace, cutting up a cucumber (a full cucumber) into little minced pieces with his kid scissors. And I find an emptied can of 409 carpet cleaner in the corner behind the Christmas tree (and my wood floor, carpet and P’s winter hat soaked in cleaning foam). GAHHH!
And yesterday I walk into the bathroom to find Porter standing on the sink, covered in baby powder, the bathroom covered in baby powder.
And today I baked cookies. And P comes upstairs (I was getting ready after taking a shower) and his face and shirt are covered in chocolate. I’ll give you one guess.
And THEN AGAIN…. I go downstairs to wash his shirt, come back up and find him in the bathroom again covered in baby powder.
Stress. Stress is filling my body.
I walk into my office (newly rearranged, I should mention!) and sit down to blog/vent. I glance at the wall and notice HUGE scribbles of blue marker next to my computer.
Ry’s dad was supposed to keep the boys overnight tonight but he’s sick with bronchitis and strep (sounds like fun!), so they’re going to be home tonight while we try to have a relaxing evening with friends. I have already warned Ry that he’s on D.D. (Daddy Duty, that is). I’m having myself a good time and going to try to forget the daily grind that will follow tomorrow.