And by it, I mean today.
Today was a shitty day.
It started shitty, the middle was full of shit and it ended pretty shitty too.
Let me begin by saying this all started WITH shit.
Katie has been having off and on diarrhea for about a week now. I finally took her to the doctors on Monday. We weren't sure it was a virus as it kept going away and coming back and thought that it might be another food allergy sneaking up on us.
We thought that that allergy might be milk. So, the doc said no milk for the week. If she got the trots again then we would know it ain't milk. If she didn't get diarrhea, then we could slowly reintroduce milk.
Dammit all. The only thing, ONLY thing that Katie really eats or drinks are dairy products.
It has been a bitch and a half finding things for her to eat this week.
Which brings me to today.
So, we started off the day with an argument about breakfast. We are SO over the no milk thing. There is nothing for her to eat. She eats bread products all day with a little fruit thrown in to mix it up. She complains that she is hungry all day. Okay, not just complains, but whines about it. All day. I feel so guilty and so bad that she can't eat anything. I just want to give in and let her have a piece of cheese so she can just be happy. Do you know what she ate for dinner tonight? A piece of bread with one slice of turkey deli meat and water. Ugh.
But, something happened today that makes me think that the whole milk thing might be completely wrong.
Mikey had diarrhea in the middle of lunch. It was a major blow out. One of the ones where you have to immediately dunk him into a bath. Poop was everywhere.
Then, guess what happened? I got diarrhea. Yeah. Whoooppeee. I've been running to the bathroom just about twice an hour.
Combine hungry, whiny, grumpy kid with poop-master Mike and sick Mommy and you've got yourself one hell of a day.
The kids were fighting, like, all day. You wouldn't think that an almost 4 year old and an almost 1 year old could argue, but they do! Man, they were driving me insane today. Lots of, 'NO MIKEY!!!! YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!" and "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!".
There were lots of "I'm frustrated" and "I'm losing patience" comments today - from both parties, kids and mom. Lots of threats about counting to 10, too.
And here, my friends, is the whip cream on the cow pie.
After dinner, while doing dishes, I had to GO. Katie was eating applesauce. Okay. Mikey was crawling around finding stray Cheerios on the floor. Okay. Everything was good. Off I ran to the toilet.
The whole trip took me maybe less than five minutes.
I came back and Katie is still eating applesauce. Okay. I look over at Mikey.
He's got this great big smile on his face. He's sitting there kicking his feet and rubbing his hands over the floor as if he is painting something.
OH YES, FOLKS!!! He had another huge diaper blow out and since he was wearing shorts, well, it ran out onto the floor.
What would you do if you were 11 months old and you saw this slimy brown stuff all over the ground? Well, you would mush it around and wipe it all over everything! Of course!
It was freakin' disgusting. Bath number two for Mikey; the last shred of patience for Mommy.
When we were done with the bath, we had to go back downstairs to wipe the diarrhea off the kitchen floor. Katie had left her mostly eaten applesauce bowl and spoon on a chair. While I was cleaning, Mikey proceeded to pull up to standing and grab the bowl spilling the remaining applesauce on himself and the floor.
After that, the kids fought their way through the bedtime routine. Mikey was trying to steal Cheerios from Katie. Then he bit me on the leg. I yelled in surprise and scared him. He started crying and then Katie started to yell at him and cry herself because she couldn't hear her bedtime book.
Both kids are asleep...for now.
I am exhausted. Physically and mentally exhausted. Today there were lots of not-so-good-Mommy moments. Things that I should've done differently and the like. I guess tomorrow is another day. I can start over and try to work on the things that bothered me about today.
But, for now, I am going to drink a tall glass of milk (because Katie is asleep and I won't feel guilty about drinking it in front of her) and then I am probably going get the runs.
Shit.
