Real Life.

Some days. Are just – well. Memorable. Here’s mine so far:

Wake up to Bella sobbing. Ask her to take Charlie out. She loves doing that. She can’t get his cage open. She’s done it a billion times. Sobs. I get up. Dog out. Make breakfast. Dog pukes twice on the rug. I clean it while gagging. I shower, she falls in the tub next to it while I’m repeatedly telling her to get down. Hurts her hand. Charlie starts barking his head off outside. Clothes need washed. I have no underwear. 1 hour till we leave for her therapy. Cat litter changed. Another meltdown. Cat gets outside. He turns up 20 minutes later madder than heck. I give him his medicine and he foams it back up in anger. We leave. Bella drinks a half gallon of water from her sippy and screams when I take it away telling her we’re not stopping to pee. In a moment of genius I buy her a chocolate milk. 15 minutes later we’re stuck in miles of traffic due to a massive car accident. She has to pee. I can’t exit. I tell therapist we’ll be late. Bella’s bawling she has to pee so bad. We finally pull off and there are no gas stations. Anywhere. We pull into a parking lot and she pees by the side of the car while bawling about the pee going under the car. Back in. Chocolate milk explodes all over her. More sobs. I hand her a wipe but it does nothing. Traffic lessens. We get to therapy 15 minutes late after a solid hour in the car. She has to pee. Again. We go. Therapist comes out and Bella announces to the entire room she’s peed her pants (it’s chocolate milk) and bawls when I tell her she didn’t. Everyone stares at me. She heads back. I collapse in chair. I write this while waiting for her because it’s just too much real life to pass up.

Mornin’ y’all. Here’s to a barf/sob/pee free afternoon.


  1. Sunday says

    Bummer, maybe the therapist will help talk her down. I’ve had a few days like that with my child, where he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Good luck!

  2. Laura says

    As someone praying for babies, tales like this make me cringe in fear and sigh with longing. This sounds incredibly hard, and incredibly real and it seems weird to think that I want that, but I really do. Keep your head up.

  3. says

    I have definitely had mornings like that, minus the traffic part (which is just one reason to love rural living, despite the awful time we have getting clothes that actually fit us and not some stick figure).

    Tracy’s right, you either have to laugh about it or just take a deep breath and hope that was the worst that day (and week) can get.

    Big hugs, which are hopefully not too awkward as we don’t really know each other. 😉

  4. Allison says

    Oh hon, thanks for sharing. You made my awful day of breaking up little girl fights, ordering toddlers to stop climbing on the dining room table and begging my three-year-old to stop screaming everything and use an inside voice for the love of God! seem not so bad after all. Really, you just put it in perspective. I hope you get some well-deserved rest tonight.

  5. Melissa F. says

    So there is this blog post out there in cyber world that someone I know put on Facebook. It was entitled 75 reasons my 3 year old is crying. It is kind of like your day with your daughter. I know my three year old has those days. You know the ones where we cry because I said no to marshmallows at 8 am or because I dared to ask if she needed to try to go potty. Meltdowns….gotta love ’em,

  6. Deborah says

    I completely understand how horribly frustrating of a morning this must have been, but I couldn’t help from laughing as I was reading. Too much real life.