Sometimes it’s squishy sweet potatoes between the toes.
The picture above was taken about 6 weeks ago on my birthday. That day was perfect, enjoyable, and I was filled to overflowing with joy about my life and having a wonderful husband and two baby boys. Last night was not filled with the same sort of emotions. I was going on the third day of Ryan working his day job from morning to night. I was also working my day job (24 hr. day job) from morning to night. After three days flying mostly solo I was so tired. I was tired of tantrums, fits, food on the floor, and a messy house that I haven’t had time to properly clean.
So about the not so warm and fuzzy. It was 7pm and I finally was eating my dinner. Did I tell you that I was sooo tired and hungry? Ryan and I were trying to have a conversation between the cooes, cries, and screams to be finished. I just had three bites left of my dinner and Asher is begging to get down. He is signing finished and yelling done. I just want to eat my last three bites. He wants ou. And after getting he will probably soon throw a fit to go downstairs. And no he doesn’t want to go down alone, he wants to be escorted by either mommy or daddy. I am tired of tantrums. OK, I give in so he will stop hollering “done” and I went to get him down.
As I round the corner of Asher’s chair, I had forgotten that early to my disgust Asher had thrown dropped some sweet potatoes on the floor. He had given me notification earlier by saying “NO, NO”. At this moment I had forgotten and when I rounded his chair my foot squished into the pile of sweet potatos. With sweet potatos between my toes and Asher cover from head to toe with sweet potatos I was not feeling delighted.
I cleaned Asher up. He threw a few more tantrums before going to bed and we were all glad at 8pm when the day was done and then we could start fresh tomorrow.