There are a lot of changes on the horizon for this family. I'm not ready to go into specifics yet, but I will say that it is all a bit (understatement) scary and stressful. I've been making lists to remember to complete lists, and my brain is going ten thousand miles a minute.
So, this morning when I woke up 20 minutes before my alarm went off - too darn early, but too late to really go back to sleep - I almost cried.
When I stumbled downstairs with Dylan, and looked out the window to find that it was snowing (again) and freezing cold - I almost cried.
When Dylan was trying to get out a difficult poop for what had to be 20 minutes, and kept screaming "MOMMY!" every five minutes, so I would come in the bathroom, only to have him say something like, "When I poop, it goes PLOP and splashes my bum!" - I almost cried.
When I was getting dressed and putting makeup on, and thought it was so nice that he was playing quietly, only to find that he had tangled the blind cords so bad that it took me about...huh...20 minutes to untangle them - I almost cried.
When I decided to get his new remote control flip race car out, and tried to put the SIX batteries in it, and could NOT get the batteries in after trying for about... oh... 20 minutes - I almost cried.
When I put his lunch in front of him, and he immediately went, "THAT's not what I wanted" (again) - I almost cried.
When I took him for his four year old well visit, and he (as usual) turned into the Incredible Bouncing Off The Walls Boy, talking the doctor's ears off, saying "You're not Dr. Wolf! You know... that doctor whose name is Dr. Wolf.. He's not really a wolf, like in the story, you know... about the three little pigs...His name is Dr. Wolf, but he doesn't look like a wolf and he doesn't act like a wolf, and hey, you have Elmo on that thing on your neck... But you don't have Bert... You need to get Bert, and you don't have Big Bird... you need Big Bird, and..." all during which the poor doctor and I were TRYING to carry on a conversation of our own - I almost cried.
Really, I could go on and on here, but I think ( I KNOW) you other moms understand what I'm saying here. Some days when someone asks how your day was and you answer, "I didn't cry", they just don't understand how BIG of an accomplishment that was.
(P.S. Elissa at Birch Swinging and I seem to be having similar days. I'm pretty sure if she asked how my day was, and I answered, "I didn't cry", she would just nod knowingly and say "Good for you").
(P.P.S. For those of you non-moms or males reading, I'm fine. Everything is cool. Nothing to worry about. : ) )