Just one of those days

This particular day happened a little over a year ago, and it was "just one of those days" so I had to journal about it. I decided to transfer it to this blog, since it is the only "journal" I ended up writing.

Luke woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Just plain cranky all morning. We went to Michael's birthday party which was fun. (On a side note: Joy and I were reminiscing about the time that Luke and Kya went to the bathroom together at church when they were 2 1/2. I went to check on them and Luke had no pants on and Kya was holding his wet underwear! I said, "did you wet yourself?" He said, "umm. . . Kya" Apparently Kya was in the midst of potty training and was used to her mom rinsing her DIRTY underwear in the toilet. So when Luke was going, she took it upon herself to rinse HIS (not) dirty underwear in the toilet!! What a good laugh!!)

Anyway, we got home from the Behrendts' where Luke had received a "lightsaber" made out of a balloon and the shape had straightened out so that it was no longer a lightsaber, but merely a very long balloon. This was the worst thing that could have happened before naptime on an already cranky day, but nonetheless, the boys had a little lunch and went in for their naps, Luke screaming because of his lightsaber, and Andrew screaming because he hates taking naps. (he has also just figured out how to climb out of the pack n play (about 19 months old), but after getting spanked 2 times in a row for climbing out, he hasn't tested us in about 2 days). Of course, today Andrew climbs out again and (knowing his punishment) he got spanked and acted like he would be good and go back to sleep.

I then thought it was safe to make a phone call. After about 30 minutes on the phone, I heard a voice and the door opening upstairs. Andrew had a stinky diaper this time, so I simply changed him without spanking but told him next time he got out he would be spanked.

Well, of course he DID get out again. I went upstairs and the door was LOCKED!! He had locked himself in!! I tried to tell him how to unlock it on his own (our door is very tricky to unlock with a bobby pin, or whatever, and usually we ended up taking the whole doorknob off, so I was trying to avoid this). Anyway, with the door still locked, I told him he'd better get back into his bed and go to sleep or he would get another spanking. (I mistakenly thought a 19 month old would actually climb BACK into his pack n play on his own and go to sleep).

I call the person back on the phone, meanwhile hearing Andrew in the monitor. After about 45 minutes -1 hour, I thought my plan had worked because he had become very quiet.

Just then Luke came walking down the stairs, but this time REALLY woke up on the wrong side of the bed!! He was just as cranky about his lightsaber now as when he first went to sleep. I tried to fix it, but am not a pro at manipulating balloons. NOTHING was settling him down (and I thought he was so sweet lately and totally done with the "terrible twos").

I finally sent him back to bed, to which he REALLY threw a fight, screaming and crying all the way up stairs. Just then, I heard a voice saying "mommy."

It was Andrew, still stuck in his room. I finally did what I should have done in the first place, unscrewed the entire doorknob, spanked Andrew for getting out, and put him back to bed. IMMEDIATELY, he climbed out again, even though i had warned him. This happened about 5 more times, till his butt was bright red. At this point (about 3:00) he was so overtired, that nothing was working, so I rocked him and he was asleep within minutes.

Back to dealing with Luke who was finally calming down in his room. We went downstairs, read, snuggled and watched veggie Tales. (Good thing I had a crockpot meal planned!!)

The drama was over. . . for a little while.

Max came home briefly, but had to leave around 7pm to help his men's group with a project. He couldn't find his keys. I then remembered hearing keys clattering (about 1/2 hour prior to the search) when Andrew was standing on the couch, but we had NO IDEA where they ultimately landed. BAD IDEA to let a 19 month old play with keys! We turned the house UPSIDE DOWN during the next 1 1/2 hours!! When we asked Andrew where Daddy's keys were, he said, "umm. . . up" FINALLY we found them behind the blinds, and cleanup took until 10 :30!

The trivial, yet trying matters we stay-at-home-moms deal with! :)