Spring Break Meltdown

Monday, March 26, 2018



It's the first day of Spring Break here, and by 6pm this evening, I was done. 
So done.

I've said NO 187,239 times. 
I've buckled and unbuckled 28 times.
I've thrown away two pounds of wasted, uneaten food.
I've chased a fast little bugger down sidewalks, around playgrounds, and in the post office. 
I've been called "Bad Mommy" and "Not Cool".
Even worse- someone (who will remain nameless) told me to S-H-U-T  U-P.
(GASP)
I've had to prevent injuries like broken necks and limbs from my baby Steve-O who has taken a liking to jumping off the side of the couch and testing his limits on the open sections of playground equipment. 
I've caught noodles in my hair.
I've threatened to put all toys in a trash bag and give to other little boys down the street. (Because, WHY, why do they never actually play with their toys?)
And then, I put both my kids to bed when the sun was still shining.
After that, I devoured five chocolate hearts leftover from Valentine's Day that I found in the pantry, followed by a big ol' glass of wine. 
Because I was done.
I'm going to go to bed hoping that tomorrow will be less stressful, less chaotic, and more loving.  
But let's be realistic. 
It won't be less stressful. 
It won't be less chaotic. 
But please, please less whining, more snuggling, and more out-of-the-blue 'I love you's'.
Please. 
Because for God's sake, it's only Monday.