I demand a refund

That domestic butt-kicking I was talking about getting done this week? YEAH, not happening so much. I’ve barely been keeping up with the basics. Last week (which was week #2 of being unemployed) was like, “Not getting up at 5:30AM to drive 40 minutes to work? Woo yeah! I can live with this!”. Uh, this week? More like, “What the heck is this? I did not sign up for this and I DEMAND A REFUND!”.

While I’ve been spendings my days doing all sort of things ranging from cleaning, cooking, and picking up toys, it seems the majority of my energy is spent on two MAIN tasks. That would be changing dirty diapers (like ten bizillion times a day) and cleaning up food/crumbs from the floors. Oh, and also rushing to wipe up juice spills. Because explaining to a toddler that you “gotta keep your sippy cup UPRIGHT”, for the 8th time in one day, is like banging your head against a wall for the fun of it. My kids seem to be especially ornery these days too. I think they’re more effected by the change than expected. They probably miss going to daycare and playing with the other kids. I’m sure they’re sick of seeing Mom in her pajamas and no make-up, just as much as I’m sick of them slamming doors and pushing every-ever-lovin’ button on the entertainment system all day long.

Alas, this week is almost over and Dad will soon be off his work schedule to join in on the parental fun. It’s always so much harder when it’s 2 against 1, versus each of us working with one kid at a time. However, judging from some of the situations hubby has had on his own lately… (i.e. How do you negotiate with a toddler to get them to UNLOCK the door while you’re trapped in the garage in your boxer shorts? Especially since said toddler is the one who locked you out to begin with?)… Yeah, pray for us both.