What a day!

When school let out for the summer I was anticipating breaking up a lot more fights between the boys. I expected to be cooking more too since Big brother would be home now. It hasn’t been too different. Big Brother is already a seasoned pro when it comes to running away with his favorite cars and toys to his bedroom or any room that has a door to keep Little Brother out. To keep it fair Big Brother will toss a few cars to Little Brother as a distraction before he bolts to a ‘safe’ place. Little Brother being the quick learner he is was on to this decoy technique very fast and would jump to his feet the second Big Brother would be nice and share. Now what is taking place is a race between Big brother trying to get in his room and slam the door and Little Brother catching on and chasing his hero down the hallway. Most times I have to scoop Little Brother off the floor in front of Big Brother’s bedroom door where he is laying stomach down peeking through the bottom of the door. Sometimes he even has a hand under the door while he pleadingly cries to be let in. It’s sad to watch Little Brother not make it in time before the door closes. Big Brother gives in half the time and opens the door with big sad eyes and will hug the baby and tell him, “I’m sorry, I just need a break”. Even though he did all that to get away and have some alone time he still gives in to his brother’s cries and will include him. The other half I am in the rocking chair consoling Little Brother and his poor hurt got left out feelings. Today was going a little too easy. The boys slept in a good two hours so we all woke up happy. I cooked a breakfast of eggs, bacon and French toast. We all sat together eating and giggling. Little Brother didn’t even throw his food on the floor, it was a great morning. As the afternoon approached things were still going smoothly with no fights, meltdowns or fights. My husband then called to ask me to go to the post office. Being used to only going to the Hogansburg post office and not the one in St. Regis I got there after they were closed. Since I had gotten the kids ready and didn’t get that one thing done I figured we could go to Wal-Mart to pick up pictures I had ordered. I had the pictures in my hand and realized I had left my wallet at home. How could this happen? I am used to having my wallet in my diaper bag at all times. As long as I have the baby and the diaper bag I have my wallet...Except for this day that I cleaned the bag out and didn’t put my wallet back in! Leaving the store embarrassed and sadly empty-handed I was grateful my kids didn’t seem to care and were in go with the flow moods. Once we got home I tripped up the stairs and almost hit my face. Feeling like complaining I picked up the phone to call my counselor

 of life AKA great grandma. My phone had no dial tone. I couldn’t call grandma or the phone company to ask them why this keeps happening. Picking up my cell to do both things I discover it is dead. I go to the charger to hook it up and find it gone. Just then I hear a loud screech and little feet running down the hallway. Big brother had left the bathroom door open and before I could get to him, Little Brother threw the charger in the toilet with a great big smile and another loud screech. Giving up on any communication with the outside world for the moment I got started on lunch. I cut up veggies for macaroni salad. I went to drain the macaroni as Little Brother reached for the bowl of diced food and tipped it all over himself and the floor. I was stuck, it was drop boiling water and noodles or watch him tip it over as if it was in slow motion. Good thing I bought double vegetables because I had to cut up the veggies again. After a good lunch, I took the boys outside while we had a break from the rain. I decide it’s a good idea to mow the lawn since its been a week and my yard began to look abandoned compared to all the neighbors perfectly manicured grass. I barely do a pass when my lawnmower dies. The blade had fallen off. I tried to screw it back on but it was no use, I am no Handy Manny. The boys quickly grew tired of being outside and we all ended up back in the house. With the boys being such little angels I thought it would be smart to tackle a few loads of laundry. Things were looking up. I was getting things done and the boys were getting along. Then when I pulled a load of whites out of the washing machine I saw a few shirts were yellow. Our well decided to betray me with the one load of clothes that it will show on! Of all the times I have washed white clothes I have never had to worry about them turning into a nice rust colored tie dye fashion statement. Dinnertime came and the boys once again ate well with me and Little Brother only managed to hurl one piece of pork chop to the floor. By the end of the day I just wanted to snuggle with my little guys. There were more little mishaps that happened but I cannot share because they happened in public and the last thing I need is another person pointing at me and saying, “I saw you when that happened so you are who writes that!” I learned my lesson after cleaning diapers off the highway and having people point at me and laugh telling me how they beeped! As I was lucky enough to have the best day with happy, no fit throwing, picky eaters eating good, fighting brothers being best friends I was unlucky in a way that I just have to say, “What a day!”