It just was one of those days.
When I wake up exhausted because the baby decided he needed me more than I need sleep.
When we take 2 1/2 hours to do math. (Not hard, not new, just a bad case of the “don’t wannas.”)
When the boy is potty training and doing well (yay!) but slouches on the potty chair, leading to containment breaches. Not yay.
When I’m the meanest, most unfair, mom in the world because I expect them to do as their told (and told, and told, and told.)
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When someone is doing construction outside the baby’s window, killing any chance of the nap.
When the overtired baby screams unless being held, and sometimes screams even then.
When the laundry is threatening a coup d’etat and the house is ransacking itself every night. (This is the only reasonable answer to why the house is this messy, because even four children cannot cause this level of chaos.)

Just a Jonah Day.
At least there were no fireworks in the wood stove.