Let me set the scene.
7:10 am- "MOMMY I'M AWAAAAAAKE!!!!" Good Lord this is not the wake-up call I asked for but OK, my feet hit the floor and I was on my mom a-game from the get-go. It is really my own fault because I should have gotten my lazy ass out of bed earlier, but I digress.
7:30 am- "Let's make muffins!" OK sounds amazing! Sounds like good mommy/big girl bonding while the baby naps. Except, he won't nap.
8:00 am- Muffins are done, they're delicious, even Kendall agrees.
9:30 am- An hour and half later Kendall still hasn't eaten her ONE muffin yet she's whining, "I'm so huunnggrrryyyyyy". So I turn off the TV, make her sit at the table, and take all her "toys" until she's finished. Cue the meltdown. I decide I'm going to ignore it and take the baby into his room to rock him to sleep, except he doesn't want to sleep. Oh and construction is happening outside of our house and the smell of black top is about to send a certain three-year-old into a downward spiral, suddenly she has a very sensitive sniffer.
10 am- Through tears, screams, whines, threats and bribes the muffin is finally gone. Hallelujah, life can go on. Baby finally sleeps and I decide some big girl outside action is in store so we head to the back yard to play on the swing set. Ten minutes into swinging, laughing, finally having a good time and I hear it, the baby is awake over the monitor. Crap.
11 am- Baby takes a nice warm SIX OUNCE bottle and I assume he'll pass out but nope, he's wide-eyed and doesn't want me to put him down. At all. Ever.
11:30 am- The toddler is hungry. Here we go again. Except this time she sits at the table, eats all of her food, all is well. The baby is asleep in the bouncer. #winning.
12:30 pm- It's nap time. Kendall hears the timer go off, alerting her that it's nap time and takes off running out the sliding glass door and heads down the deck stairs. Are you kidding me!? I chase after her, remind her that 1. we do not run when it's nap and 2. we do not go outside when no adults are out there. Carrying her up the stairs starts a meltdown because "I want to waaaaaaaaaaaaalk" OK so I put her down to walk the rest of the way except suddenly she's a statue. Frozen. Won't move. Fine so I carry her in to the potty and then it starts. Kicking, screaming, crying and that's when I said, "Enough!" and put her into her bed sans all of her My Little Pony friends. That tantrum lasted about a half an hour too long and at which point the baby is now awake.
It's really my own fault. Yesterday I bragged about how good James sleeps, he sleeps all.day.long. And damn it, I should have gotten up at 5:30 am like James suggested when he woke up to eat.
If you need me I'll be day-drinking. Judge away.