It's the Final Countdown

Today was our last day as a family of four! I had a picture perfect day planned out in my head and it was going to go smoothly and just as I expected (Ha! Have I learned nothing? Nothing ever goes as you plan - especially with unpredictable toddlers).

The day started out heavenly -- you were both extra snuggly and lovey dovey. So we soaked it up! Snuggled up on the couch, we enjoyed a slow, easy morning, cuddling and watching some Mickey Mouse.

After breakfast and some playtime inside (...so that Mommy could clean the house for Baby Sister's arrival tomorrow) we headed outside for some Vitamin D therapy and to enjoy the gorgeous day we were having. We had a blast burying toys and playing in the dirt, racing trucks, eating snacks, and dancing away.

  

 

And as heavenly as our morning was, that's how awful the afternoon went. Naptime was about as horrendous as it's ever been. Screaming, running around, not listening, just awful. After too many timeouts and feeling like a horrible mother, it was time to step away, cool down, and regroup. So, I gave you each a couple books, asked you to lay in bed and either sleep or read. Five minutes later I came back in to check on you. What did I find?? Every article of clothing you owned (that had been so neatly organized by size and style), dumped out of dressers in one large pile in the middle of your room. So, the mature and hormonal pregnant mother that I am did the most logical thing...cried. What a mess!! After a morning of cleaning and organizing the house, I did not want to refold all of your clothes. I just wanted an hour or two to relax during naptime.

After cleaning up the mess, we threw in the naptime towel and headed back downstairs. (It was at this time that we were supposed to be heading to the park to meet Daddy to play, but no nap meant no park for two little boys. Which you knew this punishment, making your moods even grumpier). I had spent most of the day asking you to please not play in the kitchen, that I had just cleaned it all. I went to the bathroom for 30 seconds max and came back to find you both back in the kitchen staring at the newest mess you had made -- our leftovers for the night's dinner dumped onto my freshly mopped floor. Not nearly as big of a mess, but enough to again cue the pregnant tears! Thank goodness it was as I was sitting on the floor, crying, cleaning up the food that your daddy walked in from work (had he known the train-wreck that awaited him, he probably would've stalled his return!)

Thank goodness, he was the glue that we all needed -- calming me and you boys all down. While we still couldn't go to the park, we were able to recover the evening and enjoy our final night as a family of four. Snuggles were had by all, bedtime stories read, apologies made by mommy and boys, and lots of love given.

The day may not have gone as I had hoped, but that's real life and just a glimpse of what is to come when we add another member to this wonderful madness that is our family!