Why I Hate Thursdays

Thursdays...

They used to be just another day of the week but not these past 4 weeks.

Let's take a look back, shall we?

July 19th, 2012:

My car was acting weird and spent the entire day in the shop. My RS President was nice enough to take the kids and I to McDonalds so we could get out of the house and my dad ended up letting us borrow a car to take Petey to ballet.

Also, a key part of that week was having a conversation with my friend (same lady, RS Pres, but also a friend and that's an easier thing to say I guess) and her telling me if we ever needed a ride anywhere, she would be happy to help.

July 26th, 2012:

I was ready to leave the house for Petey's ballet class when the garage door broke. My brother in law and I tried to lift it but it smashed down and broke even more. Therefore, my car was stuck. My parents happened to be out of town and I couldn't think of anyone else to call so the above mentioned friend came to my rescue...two weeks in a row.

And as luck may have it, they had to replace the entire garage door because of how it smashed down when we were trying to lift it up.

August 2nd, 2012:

Spidey, my little bougar boy, stayed quiet his entire nap and I thought he had fallen asleep quickly (something he normally doesn't do).

It wasn't until I started smelling poop that I ran in to see what had happened.

 That picture doesn't even do it justice. It was on the ceiling, the walls, the bed, the pillows, and of course, all over my son.

I stuck that kiddo in the shower with strict instructions to his sister to NOT let him out until I came and got him and I started scrubbing the walls. I got most of it off before it was time for ballet class once again and we had to leave.

I finished cleaning it that night but with the help of my cousin, we bleached the walls and pulled the bed out that weekend, only to find more poop. Yeah, it was not pretty.

I'm glad that incident is over because there was a lot of crying on my part. Lucky for my boy, I tried not to yell but when I don't yell, my emotions usually build up and I cry instead.

August 9th, 2012:

Of course, I should've known...

Once again, I put Spidey down for a nap and all was immediately quiet. It wasn't until I went to get him up 3 hours later that I witnessed this scene...

Again, I wish the picture did the damage justice. At first I assumed it was a red crayon because they ahd been coloring earlier. But Petey climbed up on the bed and said, "Mom, he colored on the wall with marker!"

Then my heart sunk because the day before, I had been labelling bins in their room with a red permanent marker.

And yes, that huge mess just so happens to be red marker. And not only is it on the walls, it is on the bed, the sheets, the pillows and he was even nice enough to leave us a picture in the closet as well.

So in case you were wondering, I am NOT looking forward to next Thursday. I fear what may happen in my home.

Maybe we'll stay away from our house that day and nobody will nap and I will just keep my eye on the kids 24/7. Maybe that'll do the trick.

And that's how Suze explains why she now hates Thursdays.

PS: I was explaining to my sister on the phone all of these crazy things and I told her I hated Thursdays and Petey piped in and said, "Mom, we don't say hate." At least I'm teaching her something, right?