Today was a crap day.
The 16 month old has been sleeping like an infant for about two weeks. And dreams of starting to wean are quickly disappearing in my rear view.
I forgot how lack of sleep can make you crazy. Please tell me it’s just a growth spurt and we’ll be sleeping through the night again soon!! Any inklings of a third are quickly fading.
It also doesn’t help that my husband is out of town. I won’t go into too much detail, but he is in a much sunnier, beachier place than good ol’ rainy Seattle.
Oh! And we’re still moving.
I was feeling pretty good about myself this morning. I packed up my FIL’s truck full of stuff yesterday (all by myself, going upstairs and everything!)
This morning I took the kids in my car, the FIL drove the truck, and we met at the new place. It’s about an hour away. I got there first and pushed the garage door opener button, nothing happened.
We went to Wal Mart, got new batteries, tried again. Nothing happened.
Texting my husband all along, expletives all over the place, he was finally able to sneak out of his conference and call me.
Turns out there’s a switch inside the house that needs to be on in order for the opener button to work.
Evidently that effing switch was off.
Why didn’t I have a key, you ask?
Fantastic question. Just be happy you weren’t there today to ask me or else YOU would have been my last straw. But you weren’t, and my husband was, and he returned to his class likely feeling pretty bad.
I guess my point in this long winded rant is I got to learn something the hard way. I will never, ever forget the keys to our new place and I will always make sure that stupid switch is on.
I do my best to let my kids learn the hard way. It’s not easy though. We’re their parents, and our job is to protect them. But when it’s something that won’t result in (too much) harm, then why not let them try something out.
The little lady is learning to cook. She takes forever and spills stuff everywhere. But she has to. That’s how you learn. And if she drops the last egg on the floor and we have to stop baking our cookies, she will learn the hard way. And she (most likely) won’t drop an egg ever again.The baby has become quite the climber. He falls off of stuff a lot. I’ve caught him plenty of times, but not always. He doesn’t fall very often anymore and he’s an expert at sliding off of the couch.
Today, things didn’t go as I planned, but lucky for me, I have some very understanding in-laws.
Once I recovered, we got to have a nice leisurely lunch with the grandparents and the kids had a great time.
We left the truck at the new place and we’ll try again Saturday. Tomorrow is Halloween and I’m determined to make sure the day is fun.
Here’s to hoping I can sleep off this fussiness and start over. In the meantime, I’ll just continue to pack.What do you do to turn around a crappy day? Do you find a silver lining? Or do you just count down the hours to bedtime?