I may or may not be about to pour my third glass of wine and it's not even 9pm. Today was not a very good one for about four tot-sized reasons I can think of. One of those incredibly frustrating days where I wonder how on God's green Earth He saw fit to hand me four children at once and say, "Go forth and be a mother."
Ay yi yi. For all of my posts about crafts and outings and life with quads, some weeks are a shit show and the kids don't cooperate and I'm left shuddering on the couch at the end of the day stress-eating birthday cake-flavored oreos. Other weeks, or even days, things go swimmingly and I feel like Mother of the Year. Today just wasn't one of those days and I've got to find a way to cope and pick up and start again tomorrow.
I haven't been able to update the blog like I want to lately, I haven't been able to keep up with my story assignments for work as well as I need to be, I haven't kept up with cleaning much either! But right now, even though things are mess, the house has slowly become quiet...
...and I'm going to shut down what's been my temporary work space at the dining room table and call it a night.
At least it was a good day for my mailbox (I'm always surprised at how much I look forward to my new issue of Parents magazine) and I've got a new bottle of wine to crack open and the husband just clicked on the TV.
Pretty sure it's going to take me about 8,329 hours to decompress after today but that leaves a lot of room for improvement when tomorrow comes, right?