Mommy Meltdowns and Pretty Toes...

Evening Y'all,
Well I got back from camping on sunday night. I was exhausted, but it was an awesome time as usual. Me and the girls have been doing an All Girls Camping trip since 1998!!! This was year 13... So crazy. It's always so fun because its 2 days of no men, no makeup, no phone calls, no tv, no appointments, NOTHING but dirty talk, Oprah moments, gossiping, immature laughing, etc, etc, etc. So even though the weather was not ideal, it was still a great time. I seriously have the best friends. XOXOXOX to my Falun HF Ladies!! Love you bitches!
We went to Pigeon Lake, and they had a little Farmer's Market going on, and I bought a really nice pink Chalk Turquoise bracelet.

Apparantley, Chalk Turquoise is supposed to promote spiritual attunement, enhance meditation and intuition, and dispel negative energy.  It also strenghtens the meridians of the body and is supposed to benefit gout. Hmm. Well if I ever get gout, I will definatley accesorize it with my cute pink bracelet!

As for today, today was one of those my-life-mega-sucks days. It started out pretty good. Me and Po got to sleep in (which is always much appreciated when you have kids...), and then since it was kinda rainy, we decided to meet a friend and her kids at Home Outfitters. Well, once we're there, Po is super excited and running all over the store, where I have to keep running after him, and and he wouldn't listen so I was starting to get annoyed. Then to add to my annoyance, my friend's kids (which, bless them, were just being regular kids) kept asking me:
 "Aaaaaal, what are you going to buy?"
 "Aaaaal, are you going to put Apollo in a shopping cart?"
 "Aaaaaal, where are you going to find a shopping cart?"
"Aaaaaal, what if you can't find a shopping cart?"

ARRRRRRGH! All these 50 million questions while I am trying to run after my non-listening kid, and trying to look around at the lamps that are on sale! From there, we hit another store and then the library, which proved to be more of the same kind of stuff.  By the time Po and I got home it was almost 5pm. This is where my day all went to shit.
Because I had already been on my feet all day, my legs and my nether regions were already really sore. Because my first pregnancy stretched out all my insides, this second baby is sitting super low on the inside. I pretty much feel like the baby is just inside my vadge. Anyhoo, when I get overtired, it feels like I am holding a cantalope inside my vagina. Yeah.
So I pull a stool over to the sink so that I can sit down while I peel the potatoes for dinner. Of course, Apollo thinks this is cool and wants a stool pulled over for him too. So he's getting all frustrated and annoyed trying to push one over for himself, so I GET UP and move it for him. I get the cheese from the fridge. I sit down. He asks for some cheese. I GET UP and give him some. I sit down and keep peeling. I look at him and he's smeared his cream cheese wedge in the palm of his hand and dropped half of it on the floor. I GET UP and clean it. Finally get the potatoes into the oven. Now its time to fry the chicken. I grab a bowl from the cupboard and it drops and shatters all over the floor. I am suprised because, A) its a Corell, and they aren't supposed to break, and B) its shattered into a million, trillion, tiny, itsy bitsy shards and peices. I remove Po from the kitchen and go to the basement to retrieve the vaccum. Of course, my shadow is following me, nipping on my heels. I am trying to clean up the mess and I have to repeat myself a million times to tell my kid to stay out of the kitchen, don't touch the vaccum, etc. Mess is finally cleaned up, and I get the chicken out of the fridge. Po asks me for some juice. There is no juice made. Faaaaack. So I make some friggin juice, and go back to the chicken. As I start to rinse the chicken, I piss my fucking pants. Damn cantalope! Putting pressure on my bladder! Anyways, this is when the full-out meltdown begins, crying and all.
All I am trying to do is get dinner done so that I can sit down and relax. That is all that I want. But it seems impossible, which just makes me cry harder. And of course, while all this is happening, my hubby is working late, so I don't have his help. Sooooo, I go upstairs to change, and then Po tells me he has to poop. Awesome, that he is telling me, but this ensures I am kept upstairs and away from my chicken duties for at least another 10 minutes. When he is done, and I am trying to cajoule him for 10 more minutes to come over to me so I can get a diaper on him, I start to cry again because I realize that soon I will have TWO children.
What in the fuck am I going to do then?????????? It's like a horror movie.
At least the cry got out all of my frustration and I was able to finish my chicken. Dinner turned out pretty good too suprisingly... LOL.

On another more cheerful note, remember that pic I posted in my last blog? It was the cute nail design I found on another blog? Well last night I gave myself a pedi and did my toes SUPER CUUUUUUTE! The girl in the blog called hers Vintage Roses, but I think I'll call mine Vintage Bedsheets....

I hearted-out my blisters so my feet wouldn't look all wart-y and nasty. But aren't my toes so cute???

It was super easy to do, and I just used regular polish. I pretty much followed the directions on the other girl's blog. Thanks Danussa! As always, because my shadow was watching me take a picture of my feet, he posed his and wanted me to take one of his too. :)

xoxoxxo!