Poop on the wall!!!
Today is the first day of "real life" with me being home with the kids all on my own. I was able to get showered & dressed, get the kids dressed, went to the store & then headed to a baby shower - all without incident. I wasn't too late for the shower either (about 15 minutes late which is my usual arrival time anyway). We had a great time at the shower, everyone drooling over the cuteness of Carter & Logan running off some steam playing with all of his friends. When it was time to go home, our day spiraled out of control from there & only got worse.
I told Logan it was time to go home & he had the freak out of all freak outs. Screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing himself around, the whole bit. I told him that he had a choice, he could leave the nice way or the mean way. Nice way is saying good-bye to friends & leaving at his own will. Mean way is refusing to leave & I physically remove him. He said he wanted to do it the mean way. So, I picked him up, practically bicep curling his entire body like a barbell & carried him out to the car. Photographer friend got Carter's car seat in the car for me while I buckled Logan in screaming & hitting me. I told him that due to his behavior, we were going home & he was to go straight to his room without lunch.
We get home, he goes to his room & I nurse Carter. I am flat out exhausted. All I want to do is take a nap because I had been up since 4 am because Carter thought it would be a good idea to stay awake from 4-6am again (I'm sensing a pattern here). I was able to close my eyes for about 30 minutes when I'm awaken to the calls of Logan needing a diaper change (I wish this kid would just potty train already). I put Carter in the swing (which is broken because Aunt Ju-Ju decided it would be nice to return our swing that that she borrowed for Cousin B with it trashed enough that it won't actually swing on it's own - don't even ask me about how dirty is was too). By this time, Logan is calling to me downstairs saying that he wants to wake up, even though he hasn't even slept. I open the door to find POOP ON HIS WALL.
He was fully clothed, so I'm sure he just grabbed some from the back of his pants & painted a spot on the wall. I was furious. Not only was there poop on the wall, but he hadn't slept, he pulled this massive tantrum all afternoon & now I just wanted to lock him in his closet for the rest of the day. I got him changed, cleaned the wall & sent him downstairs. He lost his cartoon privileges & had to entertain himself while I nursed Carter again. He played outside & I caught him poking Buddha's poop in the lawn. I am so grossed out, I bring him inside & sanitize his arms all the way up to his elbows. He plays inside after that & proceeds to pester Buddha the entire time. By this point, I'm sure my face is red & steam is coming from my ears. Since he refused to listen about leaving Buddha alone - AGAIN - he was sent to his room for the second time.
That's where he is now. And I can hear him throwing things at his door. And Carter isn't liking the stupid swing because it's not swinging & every few minutes I have to go over & give him a push. Thank God we're about to leave to pick Bill up from work in about 15 minutes. And thank God there's beer in the fridge, too. Because I'm going to need one to relax after an afternoon like this. Welcome to reality!