Ok, first I must admit I've grown to use that phrase from reading a cool site called The Pioneer Woman. If you haven't explored it before, you must!

I don't intend to make it sound like things are always sunshine and rainbows, giant tents and fun times here.  We have our bad days as well.  Today we had some bad moments that were so crazy I felt I should share. 

Today was our last play date for MOPS. I knew it was going to be tough…the kids were up too late last night and were fussy this morning. But I thought better to be out doing stuff then stuck at home and listening to them fuss.  AND–I was the one who wanted to do playdates, promised to be there and then didn't go to the last two, so I REALLY felt the need to be there! So, we went. We went to a park I'd never been to before and I managed to find the parking lot FAR away from the play ground area, not the close one. So we lug ALL our bags (the bag of toys, the bag of towels/dry clothes, the bag of food and the diaper bag) to the park.

Our time at the park was a nice time. The boys enjoyed it. But, we managed to be there at the same time another MOPS group was there so it was harder to talk with other moms because we had to really watch the kids in the mass of people there.

Finally, it was time to go because Alex was crying about being wet (after running into the spray fountains, so I could just shake my head, dry him off and then he'd go back and get wet again).   Getting ready to go kids were all fussy and I got to hear loving things like "Thanks for bringing us mom" "NO! I don't want to go!"  I worked on getting them dried off and changed into dry clothes. Alex told me "Pee come out" so I told him to go in the swim diaper. Then, I asked if he needed to go pee (seeing the restroom right across the way) and asked him if he wanted to go in there, he said no, I ripped off the swim diaper and threw it away and put him in the only clean, dry cloths I had–with underwear, the diaper got left in the car.

I told the boys they could run on a football practice field next to the tables (while I was packing things up) and then when we were ready to go to the car, I realized Alex had peed (heh–I firsted typed that peeded!) ALL over the overalls/shirt/underwear I had put him in.  <sigh>  So we started to head to the car and the boys run ahead.  Alex fall and scrapes both knees and hands and was quite upset. Since he was overtired he was crying and crying over what normally he'd shake off pretty quickly. And of course, he wanted up.

So now I'm having to HOLD a pee soaked child, the bags and then I look up and Will had run off, so I'm trying to look for Will, holding a heavy pee soaked child and carrying 3 bags of various crap.

I finally found Will and YELLED. I was upset and he seemed so glib about just "going over there" and I found myself using the harsh tone I cringe when I hear other people use. But I couldn't figure out a way to get him to realize how upset I was. I put Alex down and got eye level with him, grabbed him by the sholders and almost shook him b/c I was mad and scared b/c I could NOT find him, and I told him how scared he made me. He started crying, Alex was crying…yeah, it wasn't good.

Then, Alex cried most of the way home.  We got home, got him changed, got kids fed and got them down for naps. I got my needed time out.  And the afternoon was a better.