Just one of those afternoons... Ugh...

[Chibi_Kitten]

 Today was a good day in the beginning, everything was decent until this afternoon when we got home. My daughter's second birthday is on Saturday, we're having her party on Sunday though because I couldn't get the room for her party on Saturday. A few people that are attending her party are coming back to the house to watch the game with my husband, so I thought it would be nice to have some snacks and stuff for them to enjoy while they watch the game. My stepson is one of them coming over, he likes my monkey bread so I decided to make that for him. He likes it a few days old, so I figured I'd make it today and it'd be perfect for him.

HA! The stove won't go past 300degrees, I need it at 350 to cook the monkey bread. After an hour of trying to get it up there, I gave up and decided that I'd just cook it like normal and, if it wasn't done when it was supposed to be, I'd cook it a bit longer. Well, I cooked it for 35minutes, which is the MINIMUM cook time, but, when I checked it, the damn thing is burnt. I don't have time to make another one today and I have to work tomorrow, possibly Friday too. If I do not work on Friday, I'm going to make another one. If I do work Friday, I'll make another one on Saturday. It won't be exactly the way my stepson likes it but he'll still enjoy it so...

That alone would've been fine but, naturally, a bad day can't simply stop there. Oh no, that would be too easily gotten over and dealt with.

The last week or so, my husband, daughter and I have all been pretty gassy. The two of them are really bad, farting up storms and stinking the whole neighborhood up! Sometimes, Cheyenne stinks so bad that I'll swear she pooped but, when I check, there's nothing in her diaper. Today was no different. Jonathan got out one of his dinosaur excavation kits that he got for Christmas (he got a bunch of them so quite a few are still unopened) and the two of them were on the porch, two feet to my left, "digging" out the T-Rex. After about an hour and a half and despite multiple checks, Cheyenne walked past me to get her water cup from the couch and she REAKED! There was no way imaginable that she could smell that bad and not be poopy, so I checked her... and got runny poop all over my fingers! It was leaking out her diaper, down her legs and up her back! Seriously, I had just checked her like ten minutes ago! How the bloody hell does she manage to have THAT MUCH in that short of time?

I didn't even try to clean her up, I simply put her in the tub. By the way, we will NOT be eating corn for a very, very, very, very, VERY long time, if ever again. *shudders*

So, I'm running her bath and sticking the new tub mat in while telling Jonathan that he needs to clean up his "excavation" stuff and put everything away now that he's done with it. I calmly asked him twice to clean up, then I told him three times to clean up, finally I yelled and argued with him to clean up. He's almost seven and he's at that phase where he argues with me simply because he can or he'll say what after everything I say, I'll repeat myself like five times to him and he'll still say what! It drives me nuts! Seriously, just because he can, he'll do this!

The final kick was that damn bath mat! It's brand spanking new, just opened it today. We got it because Cheyenne's been standing up in the tub and, though we are encouraging her not to do so, we got the mat to keep her from slipping when she does. Again, brand spanking new, just opened it. I tried watering it down and everything else I could think of, the damn thing FLOATS! The little suction cups on the bottom don't stick, none of 'em, and it ends up just floating in the water! What the bloody hell good is a bath mat to prevent slips when the damn thing floats???

I'm ready to scream, I don't even want to make dinner at this point. I just keep thinking "what else? what next?" and I really, really, REALLY do NOT want to find out. Uncooperative oven, burnt monkey bread, everywhere poop, poop-covered fingers, argumentative boy and non-stick bath mat do not make for a happy mommy.

[sweetheart1985]

Feb. 4, 2010 at 12:24 PM

Awww Chibi! That's awful!

I'd seriously get the packaging from the bath mat and write letters and emails and phone calls. I'm sure they'll send you a better one. I complain to companies all the time and always get what I want.

And... the kid. Ugh, I have one too. I keep thinking... she's not even SEVEN yet! I'm not supposed to deal with this til she's a teenager!!! Ugh. I'm so in for it when she gets to that age. She already thinks she knows everything. I had to argue with her for 15 minutes yesterday about whether WATER will make someone fat. Seriously....

(((hugs))) I hope today is a million percent better. ♥