Monday, July 18, 2011

Today Was a Rough Day

Any day that starts at 2:00am can't be headed for greatness...and that may be the BIGGEST understatement of the year right there.

Sunday Randy, Keagan and I met some of the family at Old Forge - Enchanted Forest to spend the afternoon having fun in the sun and the evening in a quaint one bedroom cabin (thankfully, each of us had our own cabin because that?  Wouldn't have been pretty.)

Has anyone seen any glaring foreshadowing yet?  No?  Read on.

Our little family had so much fun.  Taking Keagan on his first water ride, watching him play in the wave pool running back and forth in the surf with a huge smile on his face and playing with his cousin was fantastic.  Sure, he hadn't taken a nap.  Sure, he'd been up since 6:30am.  Sure, I was in dire need of coffee.  But all in all, we were having a blast.

Later that evening we sat around the fire eating hot dogs, watching the boys play and pick raspberries.  We were amazed that he was still going and even more amazed that he was in such great spirits.  Randy finally tucked him into bed around 10pm (VERY late for him) and we crawled into bed ourselves shortly after, completely blissful and exhausted.

And then the screaming started.

Did I mention we were in a one-bedroom cabin?

Did I mention Keagan is STILL going through a mommy phase?

Need I go much further?

By 5am (yes, three hours later) I was exhausted and on the verge of tears.  I was vowing to walk out of that cabin with little tufts of my newly highlighted hair gripped in my two hands.  I was ready to call it quits.

He finally curled up in bed with me (after he banished Randy to the much smaller twin bunk bed across the room because GOD FORBID HE BE SHARING A BLANKET WITH DADDY!) and slept.

It was short-lived, but he slept.  We all slept.  But it didn't make it any easier, it didn't make it any better.  Now we had an over-tired toddler at a water park...and it's raining.  The car ride back was brutal as he screamed that he wanted Cheeze-Its (which were residing in his lap), he hit the dog and threw a full sippy cup at my head.

I know these days are few and far between.  I know that he is only two and yes, he was so tired.  But these days right here?  These are the days that make me feel about as defeated as any human being can ever possibly feel.

2 comments:

Miranda said...

Oh, Jess, this was my weekend with Joshua. Minus the water park and cabin for distraction.

They totally suck, days like that. They do. But? They aren't always and they aren't forever.

Chin up, lovah.

pinkflipflops said...

(((((()))