Just end this day already

Yesterday was one of those days where I wished I was on a beach getaway and sleeping by the pool. All. Day. Long. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case at all. Instead I had spent a greater part of the day playing "in and out" with my children. In and out of the car, again, and again. And again. And again. It's a game I hate playing and one that is sometimes necessary. 

I had a busy Thursday, because not only did I have to get my two rugrats ready for our day of erratic errands, but I also had to get Mo, our dog, ready as well. Getting in and out of the car with two kids (I can't even imagine more than that) is arduous, frustrating, and wears me to the bone. In fact, it was a pretty bad day because Micro happened to repeat a little phrase that included the "f word." (GASP!) Yeah, people, it was one of those days. Mommy's potty mouth was a bit out of control. Bad Micro. Bad Mommy. But you know what, I'm not gonna punish myself for my child repeating it because honestly, it's an easy mistake when frustration levels are high and your emotions are ready to burst. Hopefully, that word won't surface again til his teenage years (and I cup my ears), when I know he's said it because, well, he'll have been plenty exposed to it thanks to peer interaction. For now, I won't make a big deal of it and will reprimand him accordingly for repeating mommy's "potty" sayings. 

The day had began fresh off the heels of a Wednesday that included a nice play date in the morning, to a six plus mile run for me in the evening, and Micron getting up twice in the middle of the night. Suffice to say, it was pretty incredible I managed to get through the day. With both eyes open.