If You’re Happy And You Know It Clap Your Hands!!

I can tell today is going to be a good day. In fact, I knew it was going to be a good day at approximately 2:22 am when Laina came to my bed for the fourth time asking to be covered up again. I’ve said the F word in my head approximately 222 times since then.

Math problem: If mama goes to bed at 11:00 pm and Laina gets up four times between 11:00 pm and 2:22 am…how much sleep does mama get?

She got up two more times but I lost track of when exactly that was so I can not make another fun math problem.

All I know is the last time she got up it was 6:15, my alarm was beeping loud enough to wake a small African village, and Kainoa was crying.

Maile has been sleeping like a gem all night, but I’m a little irritated with her too. At four years old she should be old enough to go downstairs, fix a bottle for her brother, change his poopy diaper and bring her mama a happy drink. Instead she just sleeps there. Oblivious.

So I did it. And when I brought Kainoa his bottle I realized he pooped through his clothes. That child has been pooping approximately 48 times everday. If I see, smell, or am touched by one more drop of poop I am going to smear it all over my body and jump out the window. Let someone ELSE clean up the mess for once. Maybe I’ll wear a sign around my neck that says “How you like them apples” or something like that.

To top it off my siren alarm started going off again in the midst of everything and darn it. Pat should have turned that thing off. He should have known I was going to have a tough morning with changing Kainoa’s diaper and that I wouldn’t be able to get to the alarm and he should have turned it off before leaving for work.

Can someone remind me why I chose to stay home with the children…the precious, precious children….

Now you’ll excuse me, Kainoa is only in a diaper and he’s been yelling at me for the past ten minutes while I type this…and Maile just walked in the room.

Go fix mommy a happy drink baby.

Budget talk later…