A day for drinking

So I orginally started this blog because I wanted to join a group of moms taking pictures. We were supposed to do 365 days of photos, so a year of photos. I was real ambitious about it and I believe I made it to day 2.

Life as a mom has it's days. Take yesterday for my fine example. I had to run errands which includes one smart ass 4 year old and 2 nearly 2 year olds. I know you're so jealous. I had to go to one paint store to finally pick up a paint color. This is after 3 different yellows being painted in our bathroom and as of right now it's taxi cab yellow. I'm not kidding. It's bad. It's an instant buzzkill. When your 4-year says he loves the color you know it's bad. So off I went to get the paint. I wait patiently for my turn as Lawson and Brody are both squirming telling me they are "ah dee" aka all done after being in the stroller a mere 45 seconds they are ready to turn the place upside down. Order my paint and wait and talk to the nice older gentleman also waiting. "wow, 3 boys." Yup. "Are they twins?" No, I bought this one and got this other one half price.
:) After he leaves the man at the store says, "I wanted to say gee, she's never heard that one, are they twins?!" I wanted to hug the man. I get that comment and "boy you sure have your hands full" more than I can count. Seriously people, come up with SOMETHING else. I really need you to point that out because clearly I'm unaware as my child is pulling down my shirt so my bra is hanging out and the other one is MIA and the last one is talking to a stranger. Nope, not a clue. So after we go to the paint store we then have to go to the SW paint store because this is where our paint (supposedly) was made for the cabinets that we need to touch up. Does it match? Nope. Figures. Then to WalMart. Ahh the land of fun with 3 kids. Pretty much a nightmare. If I don't have a list I can't remember everything I need because I have 2 telling me they are done or want to get down and Nolan is either too busy talking to someone or asking me for the next transformer telephone. I decide I'm done with this shopping trip and head for the 20 length long line and of course THE slowest checker at Walmart. As I have both the babies crying because B wants down and L wants that trinket on the shelf both of which my reply was no which did not go over well. As I'm standing there waiting with my screaming children the lady behind me says, "Sounds like he's tired." Actually, no they just woke up but thanks for noticing. It was the longest 15 mins ever. And the day just gets better. I get home and am trying to unload groceries, cook dinner, and then bathe kids, and get them ready for bed. Finally it was bedtime. YES! Everyone's in bed and after 10 mins I have to go tell B&L that it is time for sleep, enough goofing around in here! Yeah that worked. 10 minutes later I hear L saying...Mama! MA-MA! I go in there..."ok, who pooped?" I grab L as he smells like the grand funk and so then B starts crying because he's not out of bed. L keeps saying "mama, mess?" "mama, mess?" Yeah, you're a mess. Then I see his hands. Um yeah...he's been diggin for treasure in the back of his diaper. NICE! So obviously he needs a quick bath in the sink. I'm washing him in the sink as he's crying and so is B in the other room and I keep smelling poop because..oh yeah he had poop on his hands so now i'ts all over me too. And then I feel a gush. Oh yeah...you know the next day after you thought your period was done gush? Yeah that one. So now my shorts are full of blood (somehow I managed to completely miss my pantylinered underwear) my clothes and arms are full of shit and i just look up at the ceiling and say..."Are you kidding me right now?" Off to my bathroom where I strip down to my bra and panties and wash him and myself off, get his jammies on and now I'm making his bed. I didn't see any poop in there but I'm assuming there is since he was doing that stink diggin' earlier. As I'm making his bed (still in bra and panties) Mark walks in and just looks at me. "Why are you just in your bra and underwear?" If looks could kill....I should've said....Oh I don't know honey, I just couldn't wait I'm so in the mood to just jump you. Instead what came out was, Don't ask, this mama needs a stiff drink tonight.