I hate my life today. Neither child has stopped screaming. The credit bureau called because my payment is four freaking days late. My IL's are coming over and I just want to crawl in a hole and hide.

Ugh.

The only way to get anything done around here...
is to think like a two year old. Not kidding.

Yesterday - Logan pooped. I smelled it, it smelled gross. I wanted to change him, but he was wayyyy too busy being a dinosaur to sit still to be changed. Ran away from me when I tried to grab him to change him. So, I roared at him.

I'm a mommy dinosaur!
You mommy dinosaur!
Yup! Rooooaaaaaar!
Stomp like a dinosaur!
You're a stinky dinosaur though, can you stomp over there and get me a new diaper for you?

He did it.

Thennnnn I wanted him to get dressed. Once again too busy. He was playing with a toy bowl and spoon.

I'm making cheese!
You can't make cheese wearing that! Cheese-makers have to wear special uniforms. Do you think a cheese maker wears a T-shirt or a button up?
T-shirt!
What about pants? Would he wear jeans or shorts?
Jeans!

So, just for future reference. If you ever decide to make cheese, the appropriate attire is a t-shirt and jeans.

I need to finish knitting my bag, so I can start working on craftswap stuff. I think I'm off to do that.

I am going to lose my gentle mommy calm in about 3 seconds. Seriously, soooooo not kidding. What does that look like on the bed to you? Why, its trail mix of course! I know, that toddlers like to "graze" rather than eating large meals so, when my son got in the bottom cupboard, located the bag of trail mix and opened it I thought "Oh good, he's eating something!" He's been on this not wanting to eat anything kick lately. He took it, and his juice into the bedroom. He didn't nap today, I thought he might munch, drink and lay down and go to sleep. No, no no, he did this instead.

Oh, and did I mention that somehow whilst making this giant mess, the child pooped. Yeah. So I'm changing his diaper and telling him that next time he needs to poop he should tell mommy so I can take him to the potty. He tells me "Logan go sit on potty!" So, I figure, what the hell... he's already got his diaper off. So off he goes running to sit on the potty. I decide to document what a mess he's made with the trail mix because at this point, I still think its funny. Then I go in the bathroom after taking the pictures to find him doing this with his child's toilet seat. I'd like to tell you I wipe the surface off frequently with a lysol wipe or something. I do not. Ugh.

Oh, yes, I failed to mention that originally, I had gone in the bedroom to get a new shirt because Quinn spit up on mine. So, all the time, trail mix clean up, toilet seat on head etc. I am running around topless. Priceless huh?

And now, the mini-child AKA Quinn is screaming bloody murder for no aparent reason. I think its time for us to get in the car and drive down the street to Nana's house for some back up. That, is what I think. Ugh.

Ugh. I am so.tired. of editing my self. I am so tired of walking on eggshells to not piss anyone off, of having a thought and thinking of ways to rephrase it so as not to hurt anyones feelings. Its mentally exhausting. I just want to fucking say what I want to say and get it out. I want to just spit out what everyone is trying to politely hint at and just flippin' say it. I feel like when I'm not blunt, when I'm gentle that everyone tunes me out, that no one listens. I just want to stand up and scream sometimes instead of apologizing for having thoughts. I think, thats what bothers me the most about not saying the things I need to say - it requires me to apologize for saying the things I do manage to say. I'm just so unbelievably tired of being nice. I'm too damn nice and I'm so over it. I don't want to be nice anymore I want to fucking say what I want to say with out the god damn filter.