Things are still crazy at my house right now. Do you ever have those days where you're so tired that you can't figure out where to start....so you pretty much end up doing nothing? That's pretty much where I'm at today. DEAD TO THE WORLD. I change diapers, cut up food into tiny bite size pieces for the 5,657,309th time and wipe runny noses. Because that's the glamour of having two-year-old quadruplets in my life right now, folks. I temporarily live in Crazy Town. Be envious.
Somewhere just around two weeks ago things got real ugly in our house. And I'm blaming some bitch of some molars in my toddlers mouths for the time being, unless another cause makes itself obvious. Fevers, nose wiping, crying, screaming, clinginess, yelling like a banshee when I come in their room to sweetly get them out of bed in the morning. Every single day. (In case you didn't catch my post about all this loveliness before, check it out here. You know, so you can be all up to date on this torture. I wouldn't want you to miss anything.)
It's been everything I can do to keep up with things right now. The kids are driving me nuts and about halfway through each day, I'm really not sure I can take anymore. And it's not the whole, I'm-tired-and-just-really-don't-want-to-deal-with-anything-else type of feeling. It's like an I'm-leaving-for-the-beach-and-I'll-be-gone-three-months-tell-the-babies-I-love-them situation. Then I calm down for a second before I fall asleep late at night and it's just enough to salvage things and come back for more punishment the next day. Eek!
Except this afternoon, three out of four were crying non-stop and two of those three were reaching about three octaves higher than usual. You know that wailing, ear-piercing cry that sort of breaks into a raspy spiral at the end? Yeah, that one. It literally sends a chill down my spine. So I left them all in the capable hands of the husband who was pretty much ushering me out the door to go somewhere, anywhere, besides there. He knows when I need it more than I do myself sometimes, and it's actually rare that I just pick up and leave the house when people are around. The only times I'm gone are to run errands, like groceries, and go to physical therapy. All very thrilling outings and I relish every second. Especially when things get super crazy and I squeeze in a pedicure. Then I'm living on the edge. ;)
Often times, it surprises me when I read back my blog post before publishing it and I realize I haven't completely lost my sense of humor. In fact, it's probably a little misleading the way I write many of these posts because it doesn't sound like I've truly gone mental or am on the verge of a major anxiety attack. Coping mechanism, perhaps? Though not a terrible one, I'll admit. Plus I'm too tired to really speak it all out loud so perhaps the energy I'm saving by just transferring direct thoughts into text on a screen salvages the last bits of humor I have left. Consider yourselves extremely fortunate in that case.
Speaking of being so tired, the husband and I have both been clawing at the surface during those aforementioned past few weeks of hell on Earth. And last weekend the day had arrived for us to escape for a full 24 hours to a nearby hotel for the night while my parents took over and looked after the quadlings so we could be free. (I swear, Mel Gibson's William Wallace-voice echoes in my head each time we drive away like that... "freeeeeeeedoooomm!")
Our hotel was only 15 minutes away and after we'd checked out then gone downstairs and snagged a drink from the bar, I called Pizza hut and ordered dinner to be delivered to the house right at 6pm. All my parents had to do was cut up food into more bite sized pieces—a staple activity at our house, I swear I spend 90% of my time in the kitchen dicing away!—and hand out plates. Then the husband and I breathed a sigh of contentment, leaned farther back in our chairs and helped ourselves to the cheese board we'd ordered as a pre-dinner snack.
We headed back to the room later to rest and I leisurely read my Rachael Ray magazine and sorted out our meal plan for the next week, an activity I actually enjoy when I have more than six minutes! Then we went for dinner at Benihana's, since neither of us had been in years, we were both down for Asian food and it was less than five minutes from the hotel. It was perfect and so enjoyable and we had several drinks and got to just relax and take our time.
Sleeping in was also a highlight of our stay and we stopped by a movie theater after we checked out to see the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles flick (I love all action films) then drove over to our church for a meet-and-greet with the pastor and staff as we hope to join soon.
The rest of the afternoon, we hung out in our living room with the quads and watched movies like Brave, which was incredibly cute! The curly red-headed triplet boys were cracking us up during the whole thing and the quads actually watched most of it, in between playing with blocks and coloring. Just to change things up, we ate sandwiches for dinner picnic-style on a blanket on the floor in the living room then went outside to play for awhile since it was no longer 100 degrees.
This weekend has been fairly low-key. We went out Friday night for drinks with the husband's coworkers and enjoyed staying out late and gettin' a little rowdy. I was also grateful to his parents for feeding the babies dinner and putting them to bed for us while we were gone, it was nice to have a break!
With it being so hot, I've adopted a new hairstyle I'd had pinned on my Pinterest beauty board for awhile and love how simple and easy it is, while looking nice and keeping my hair off my neck. I get soooo hot these days all the time. Get the how-to here. I didn't twist my hair as low and loose and the second time I did it, I added some braids for texture.
Saturday morning we all slept in then had biscuits and sausage for breakfast, before piling into the suburban and making for Meemaw and Grandad's house for a surprise visit. They loved it and so did the kids! We had such a nice time that we stayed for lunch, which was easy since I'd brought applesauce squeeze pouches and a ziploc of frozen organic chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries that I just put in the oven to cook.
Back home, after we gave the kids baths and before we put them to bed, they started dancing with each other, which sort of erased any shell shock I'd been in during the week before and made them all cute and wonderful again. Do you see the cycle now!? I know you veteran parents spotted it a mile away...
Today (Sunday), we were supposed to go to church and then have a swim lesson this afternoon but a monsoon of a storm blew in during the wee hours and changed all those plans. The husband had to go to my parent's house to help them suck water out of their kitchen and den, since everything was starting to flood. I did make this pot roast, which was insanely delicious so I paired it with an insane amount of homemade buttery mashed potatoes. Then ate way too much, but I'm justifying it by the fact that it's probably my only meal for the day.
Then the kids started screaming and becoming increasingly unhappy, so I left and now you've come full circle to where I started. At Starbucks on my laptop, typing out bewildered humorous thoughts about my life and wishing away molar teething temperaments and ear-bursting wails.
Figure I've got a little time to respond to some work emails and pick up groceries before I have to return to Crazy Town, since I left two boxes of mac-and-cheese on the counter with a sticky note that read, "dinner." No doubt the husband will be thrilled.