I've been out of sorts all morning. Not only did I stay up WAY past my bedtime, e-mailing a new atheist and depressed acquaintance (find a post on MMUB about it here and his blog here), but realized this morning I had forgotten to take any of my medications/vitamins yesterday. Not so good when you are taking an anti-depressant.
When I finally dragged myself out of bed I was feeling a little groggy, a little nauseous, an a whole lotta unbalanced-ness (as if anything is new, I mean the name of my other blog is Methodical Musings of an Unbalanced Woman ha ha...just kidding), meaning I was dizzy. Right off the bat I had a bum to wipe, a baby upset about being trapped in his "jail" (aka crib), 4 hungry boys and a really messy house. Such a wonderful way to start off a Monday.
I scrambled to get ready to head out to our local church, where I freely give of my semi-fine tuned Jillian Micheals-like services twice a week (aka teach aerobics--boot camp, mean lady style). I love it. It's a fun outlet. Unfortunately it's not the same as teaching in a gym...I don't get paid (which I am totally okay with) and my kids have to go with me (which I'm only semi-okay with).
It was while we were there, at our church, that the fiasco of the morning occurred. It was one of my previously mentioned little bundles of energy (the 3, almost 4 year old) that was in the middle of it.
I'm working up a good sweat, kickin' some lady butt (including my own) when #2 comes to me with yet another complaint/question/thought (he's always interrupting). I heard something about Mini Rob (3 year old), salt and pepper, and glass. What did I do...ignored him. "Please go away until I am done."
We're finally done....cooled down...ready to leave when #2 saunters back and requests my attention. "Okay, Little Red...what do you need?"
"[Mini Rob] and ***** (neighbor boy whom we love and whom M.R. LOVES to get into mischief with) got into the salt and pepper shakers in the kitchen and dumped them out and broke some glass."
Yeah...they dumped out somewhere around 20 glass salt and pepper shakers and then decided to throw and shatter them all over the church's kitchen floor. Lovely...just lovely! At least Mini Rob was wearing shoes, ***** wasn't. And he managed to escape with only one cut. Don't ask me how. Glass was EVERYWHERE!!!!!
*****'s mom and I (with the help of another lovely friend) finally got it cleaned up, amidst the sneezing, while another mommy held my shoeless, screaming one year old.
What a nightmare!
Now it's nap time. I'm so happy I could cry....but I think I will just sleep instead.