The Realistically Imperfect Mom: It was a pretty typical day.

This is going to be yet another topic-less post. I just wanted to share a little about my day since it was a pretty typical "Realistically Imperfect Mom" day. I bet some of you can relate. :-)

Mike and I planned to go to the gym together this morning since he rarely gets to go, and he wasn't supposed to have to be at work until noon. Well, he got a call at about 9:15 from one of his coworkers wondering where he was. He was supposed to be at work at 9 this morning even though his calendar said noon. Somehow the calendar on his phone (which is synced with mine) changed itself to Pacific time, so it was all messed up. Super weird. Luckily I actually had his laundry done (usually it's a last minute rushed fiasco). I spent nearly 2 hours yesterday putting all of our socks together. Our family has a lot of socks. Thank God Mike was off yesterday so I could get it done!

Anyway, I got all of my stuff together and went to the gym by myself in time to do a Body Combat class and still have time for a shower. Lynnie ran right in and was excited to play, so I was thrilled! I was thoroughly enjoying having my butt handed to me in the class and we had about 10 minutes left when I heard my name. One of the sweet child care ladies came to get me because Lynnie had been screaming for 20 minutes without relenting. They had tried turning on music for her, taking her to the slide, giving her juice, reading to her, everything. But she wouldn't stop crying. Her poor eyes were swollen and her face was red and puffy from all the crying. Of course as soon as I picked her up she stopped and even started laughing. The ironic thing is that I put her in a t-shirt this morning that says, "What part of Princess don't you understand?" Well, she was proving it to me! So I left the gym exhausted and dripping with sweat and in desperate need of a shower.

Lynnie slept for about 10 minutes on the way home but woke up when we arrived. I fixed us some leftovers for lunch, but she didn't touch any of her food. She drank a lot but wouldn't eat anything. There is a bad stomach bug going around here, and I've been praying over my kids constantly in hopes they won't catch it. That's where my mind went - I really hope she's not getting sick. Well, she was a total diva after lunch. She wanted to be held, then she didn't. She wanted to be read to, then she didn't. She wanted to be outside, then she didn't. The only thing that kept her happy for any length of time was when she found a crayon and started coloring on our coffee table. I'm a terrible person and shouldn't get this started, but I just let her do it. I have a cleaning product that will get it up easily, so that didn't worry me. I was just glad she wasn't crying or fussy. She also rather enjoyed taking all of the sock pairs out of the laundry basket and throwing them around the living room. My house looks awesome right now. I guess that's what I get for not putting them away yesterday.

We went to get Bryant from school, and she actually did fall asleep then. Thank God for that break. We got home, and she was really well behaved for the entire afternoon. It's amazing what a good nap can do, isn't it?! Well, I was able to get Bryant ready for his t-ball game and Lynnie's bag packed and actually leave in enough time to grab dinner at Chick-Fil-A for Bryant's school's spirit night before his game. Bry is such a great big brother. He helped Lynnie climb up the steps then slide down the slide while we were there. It was a super nice time, and it did my heart good to see them play together. We left and were actually a little early for the game. I'm rarely early for anything. My sister-in-law was there early to take care of Lynnie, too. Thank God for my family! Bryant and the rest of the team played really well for the game and were pretty well behaved in the dugout. I was feeling thankful that my day had gotten a little better.

Then Lynnie decided for whatever reason that she no longer wanted to be with Laura. She only wanted Mommy. Great. My diva was back. So I was holding Lynnie in the dugout and trying to keep the batting order organized at the same time. I'll admit - it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Mike got to the game, and Lynnie happily went to him. Phew. Things looking up again.

Then it happened. Bryant started doing the "ants in his pants dance," as I call it. I asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom, and he told me no. The kid pees all the time, so I try to limit his water while he's in the dugout. He had already had to leave the game once to go to the bathroom, so I believed him when he told me he was fine. Less than 5 minutes later, he was on 3rd base, and I was getting the next batter ready when one of the other team moms came to me and told me she thought Bry had peed himself. I couldn't register what she was telling me; I had just checked with him, after all! Sure enough, my kid had peed his pants. I took him to the bathroom, but he had gotten it all out on the field. I was so ticked at him, and I wouldn't let him sit down on the bench after that. Luckily it was the last inning and time to go home soon after we returned from the bathroom. Ugh!

Luckily, my husband saved my night. I have a PTA project I'm working on for Teacher Appreciation Week next week, and I figured I had a long night ahead of me. I was stuffing envelopes, and Mike sat down without being asked or anything and just started helping me. We finished way more quickly than I had figured we would, and that is why I have had time to write this for you tonight. That man can sure be sweet when he wants to be!

So thanks for sticking with my rambling. Any frustrating or awesome things happen to you this week?

I'll leave you with some sweet pics of my kids from yesterday and today. They make me smile. :-)