Stressed out-- I NEED A VALIUM!

[krush]

Well the terrible twos, which were in what I thought were in full force, had to have reached a crescendo this weekend.  Rob went to Atlanta Sat. night to catch a Braves game with some old friends, leaving me with both girls Sat. night and Sunday.  This has NEVER been a problem before.  Just one night.  Well . . .

Saturday was ok until about 4.  I was going to my parents house for dinner and to help my mom with some computer stuff to finish a project for work.  I told Reese we were going over to their house for pizza.  PIZZA!   Usually the stuff of shouts of joy and exaltation.  Not this time.  No Papa's.  NO PAPA"S!  PIZZA!  PIIIIIIZZZZZZAAAAAAA!  NO PAPA'S!  NO GRANDMOOSE!  After the wrestling match that followed ended with me getting them strapped in the car, we had an uneventful night until the vicious storm struck while we were eating.  I mean, the rain was going sideways from the east and then would, I swear, pause and then sideways from the west.  Trees were bending, lightening flashes, the whole thing.  Both kids jumping, Reese trying for all she's worth to go on the screened porch to watch.  It was pretty scary for a while. 

I finish the project with my mom and we leave to go home.  It is now 20 minutes past bedtime and both kids are W-I-R-E-D!  I know when we get home it will be not be straight to bed.  The power must have gone out somewhere because about half of the traffic lights are either out and the one right in front of my turn home was stuck.  Solid red my way, solid yellow the other way.  So it took like 20 minutes longer to get home then usual. 

We get home and I am trying to settle the kids with a drink, blankee for Reese, etc. when I notice that the front door is cracked open!  My heart jumped.  I called my parents (I had to call 3 numbers before I got them . . . their power went out right after we left) and had my dad stay on the line while I searched the house - under beds, closets, showers, etc.  After I give the all-clear and we hang up (my heart pounding!) I work to get the girls in bed. 

I know that I'm not getting to sleep any time soon after the heart-pounding house search, so I settle down to read.  Around 1 AM I feel calm enough to go up to bed.  I go up the stairs and right before I  turn to go in my room, I glance out the window to the cul-de-sac and see 3-4 people standing in the road right outside my house.  I live in a really quiet neighborhood in a cul-de-sac . . . WTF are they doing out there.  All my efforts to calm down ruined as I look out of windows trying to see them . . . they have disappeared.  I didn't get to sleep until well after 2:30.

The girls were up bright and early this morning.  I won't go into much detail but today went as badly as it could have gone.  Reese was a terror (screaming, temper tantrums, attempting to bite me, spitting on furniture).  I've never seen her anything like this.  Isabel wasn't bad per se, just doing little things at the absolute worst time that made whatever Reese was doing at the moment ratchet up a notch.    I cried at least twice today and at one point, all three of us were crying. 

IF  you got this far, pray that tomorrow is a better day.  It has to be.

[xandgmom]

Aug. 4, 2008 at 7:20 AM

BUH-LESS your heart!  If the husband being out of town and the kids being wild weren't enough the whole "cracked open door, strangers in the street" part would have been enough to push you over the edge all on its own.  Today WILL be better.  At least it's daytime, and things are way less scary during the day.  And, if things aren't much better forget the Valium - tie the kids to a chair, make a pitcher of margaritas, and call it a day!