Crazy Sunday

“Mommy, I’ll clean that up tomorrow,” the baby informed me in the midst of picking up the barrettes and ribbons off the floor and into their container.

Excuse me? You’re going to do what? When? Excuse me, who do you think you’re talking to? “Layla, you spilled the barrettes all over the floor and you have to clean them up now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I walked out of the room and come back a few minutes later to find her throwing barrettes all over the floor. “Layla, clean this mess up now.”

The crying began. And it continued and continued until Oma stepped in to see how she could help the crying baby, who also had to clean up the crayon marks she made on the floor.

The crying continued and continued and it was evident there was a sleepy baby on our hands. Yes, she was sleepy but her mother wasn’t letting her get out of cleaning up her mess first.

Finally she cleaned up and went directly to the bathe, while she continued to sob. Sobbing through getting dressed for bed, for her diaper being put on, just sobbing. I get her bed together and lay her down. And bam! She gets a second wind. Are you kidding me?!?!

Then the others started to whine and cry. There should have been a naptime today. The other two take a bathe and then I put them to bed, except they are keeping each other up. Why won’t they just go to sleep?! Why?!

Sleeping together is an idea that’s just not going to work. Jory is cast off to my room, Rowan to his, and the baby to the dining room which has become the family room. I walked away to help Oma, and when I came back the sleepy baby was still awake, watching TV. Sleep, it’s your friend, little girl. Why don’t you believe me? Okay, it’s time to cave or bring out the big guns depending on which way you look at it. I picked her up and faced her away from the TV, and rocked her back and forth, back and forth. She climbed out of my arms, laid her head on her lap as I continued to rock her. And then I looked down and she was sleep. The crying, whining baby had gone to sleep. Finally.

I could take a bath. Just as I was getting out, I hear, “Yash, my stomach hurts.”

“Excuse me?!” Does sleepiness cause you to lose your mind?

I must have said “excuse me” in the right tone because the next thing I heard.

“Mommy, my stomach hurts,” Jory said.

Ah, that’s better. “Go lay down, Mommy, will be there in a minute.”

I heard his feet moving him back to the bed.

What a crazy Sunday.