The Domino Effect

FullSizeRender.jpgI don’t want to call this Murphy’s Law, because (for a decent amount of time now) things have not been a shitstorm in this house. But after spending hours in the car, listening to the sounds of the Flash Flood alert on my phone mixed with Cori’s cries for the battery drained iPad (why didn’t I charge the damn thing) and Diem’s cries for her bunny that she dropped juuuuust out of reach… I figured that I met my quota for child drama for the week!

Wrong.

So very wrong.

I praised all of the baby gods this morning when I realized I got to sleep late (6:30) and Diem slept extra late score! I woke refreshed – perky even! – and started to sort through the laundry that only our trips to Houston can provide.  After I relished in my eerily quiet home, and read a few books to the older one who shares that same love of words that I do, the younger one finally began to stir.

I knew better.

How could I not?  I mean really… she’s a sleeper, but anytime your kids sleeps almost 2 hours late… we know something is up. Maybe I was being naive?  Clinging to that hope that today would go smoothly? Maybe?

Puke on the sheets.  Puke in her hair.  Puke on the bunny. (Thank God I have a backup for such an occasion as this)

But still.  This mishap was not going to mess up today.  NOT TODAY!  We went to Whole Foods, stocked up on all of those lovely veggies and some ice cream, because balance and came home to prepare lunch to take to Daddy’s office per Cori’s request.  Things were fine, everything was FINE.

Nope.

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We get home, made lunch and just as I am strapping everyone in to leave again…I can see that look in Diem’s eyes.  That pitiful “I don’t feel good Mommy” look. Which, if you know Diem… that’s not a look she often gives.  “Bitch go away”  – Yes.  “I’m crazy” – Sure.  But never this one.  So I unload them all.  Drop the freshly made lunch on the counter and make my calls to Daddy to cancel our plan and Doctor to make a new one.  Then came the lysol.

And as you all know, if one of your kids gets sick, chances are the others are soon to follow.  So this should be pretty fun.  Just your typical Monday rearing it’s ugly head and laughing in my pathetic little face.  I’m not sure why I thought I could expect ‘normal’ because life with children is anything but. All the time.  Everyday.  Abnormal.  Just 2 degrees shy of being able to stick to a plan, but not.  So, now, instead of reading, or writing, or getting in my workout, or folding the clothes I just washed… I’ll be schlepping the kids to the doctor’s office to see what Diem has (I’m going to say Strep – update: it’s tonsillitis) only after sitting in the waiting room with the other diseased children and praying the wait is a short one.  I will try and do any one of the things I planned to do before the day went to shit. You know… somewhere between the dog knocking milk all over the floor my husband just cleaned the day before in his attempt to help me out since I was out of town and Cori peeing herself in the playroom.

That damn domino effect.

I just inhaled some red velvet halo top ice cream (amazing) in place of the pre workout I can’t take now that it’s afternoon… so I’m still feeling pretty positive.  Positive enough to ignore the rain drops obnoxiously smiling at me against the dining room window, whispering insults and threats to bring their bigger, badder friends with them the moment I leave the garage.

But we did get too the appointment on time, only to have the lady next to me, slam her door into my car TWICE… and acted annoyed that my car existed while I grinned through clenched teeth.

No rain though!

This is motherhood.  This is being a stay at home mom while trying to do anything that you plan to do and fail miserably – sometimes at your own fault, and others through no fault at all.  But we do need to realize that these aren’t the things we will remember later in life.  Hell, we won’t remember then next week, most likely because it will be filled with it’s own bullshit, but still…  I find myself happy.  My husband came home for lunch, instead and played all the games Cori loves.  That alone just makes me feel fortunate.  Knowing that no matter what has gone on, or will in our home this dude has my back.  And he’s the best dad to these girls.

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And hopefully he reads this one and feels flattered enough to rub that kink out of my left shoulder?

We’ll see!

Here’s a simple veggie salad with a greek yogurt dressing for ya!

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1 head of broccoli cut into florets

1/2 red onion, sliced thin

1 cucumber, sliced thin

1 larger or 2 small red bell peppers, sliced

1larger or 2 small green bell peppers, sliced

1 head cauliflower cut into florets

Dressing

1 cup greek yogurt

2 tbsp lemon juice

1/4 cup honey

2 tsp red wine vinegar (or apple cider)

1 tbsp water

  1. Toss all veggies together into a large bowl.
  2. Whisk together dressing ingredients and pour over salad (or you can keep it separate if storing in the fridge)