And the Worst Mommy Award Goes To....

Today was awesome...

No, no it wasn't at all. The upside? I got to bathe. So, that's good. But, it's not helping me much now because that was thirteen hours ago and it's been over 90 degrees since, so...

I earned Worst Mommy Award of 2012 already and it's only July. So all you other Mommies can pat yourselves on the back because that's already taken. After a completely embarrassing display at breakfast this morning (did I mention we went to a restaurant? Maybe I should just feed my kids at home from now on), I may or may not have ignored my children and thrown myself onto the bed and put a pillow over my face for a while. Then, when that didn't help much, I decided to swig some hours old, cold coffee from my mug that I left out on the counter (Don't judge, you know you do it, too!) and DO something. Remember the list from yesterday? I attempted to do a few of those things. Put on the television (Don't judge! You do it, too!) and I put the baby in her activity center where she proceeded to scream, and I walked away to get the laundry through the wash and dry from start to finish, make beds and get the pile of dishes clean because they were climbing so high that I could no longer fit anything beneath the faucet. After a while, I realized things were quiet. Uh oh. Went to check on the kids and what did I find? They were sitting nicely watching their show. The baby however (My Precious Little Angel) was slumped forward, cheek resting on a protruding toy activity in her little circle of fun, fast asleep (!!!!!!!). Hello... it was nap time and THAT was why she was screaming. Come on! So I scooped her up and held her for awhile because I felt TERRIBLE that I left her like that and I was trying not to be too enraged with the older two after their horrific display earlier and for not telling Mommy that their little baby sister was asleep sitting up in her activity center! Some people are just so self involved...

Funny Aside: My son who was (and is always) the last one rolling about in his bed saying how un-tired he is, calls me into his room.

"Mommy, tell me to get some sleep."

"Okay, Oliver, you need to get some sleep."

Dramatic sigh and, "Oh Mommy. Why do you always tell me every day to go get some sleep?"

*sigh*

Thirteen days? Or thereabouts? I am now starting to lose track.