And the men shalt cringe...

Nathan, in all his exuberance, took to jumping this morning. He was holding onto the doorknobs on both sides of the door and jumping with all his might. Unfortunately, poor Nathan lost his footing on his last jump and landed solidly on the door, one leg on each side. I comforted him the best I could yet, being a woman, had no clear understanding of the amount of pain he was in and called daddy in for a bit more sympathy (admittedly while trying not to laugh). Nathan sobbed out "Mommy....that part I touch is cut in half!!!!!"......(that part being his scrotum). I learned that 'walking it off' doesn't make that particular injury any better as I got an incredulous look from my husband when suggesting it. It's an hour or so later now and he seems to be over the shock, hopefully that will be the last of that particular doorstop for him.

The days where I really want to know, is it worth it???

It's been one of those days and I'm having a lot of trouble finding any humor in it. Let's start by saying I've got 54 taekwondo photo orders to fill along with two pageant photo shoots and a first birthday shoot......guess when they are all due? Well....I have a couple more days. This afternoon went pretty okay, not too much trouble except for the constant bickering, whining, fussing, crying, pinching, scratching from Nathan and Kessa (on each other of course) not to mention the constant bouncing, jumping, running, and twirling that Nathan has attached himself to the last few days. It comes time to pick up Ryan and Brandon from school so I tell the kids to head out to the car while I pee real quick.....and I do pee really fast. Got the kids in the car and go to shut the garage door....lo and behold it's comming down crooked like someone (named Nathan) decided to take it for a ride. I don't know how to get it through to him not to do that, I've done timeouts, I've done spankings, I've talked and or yelled till I'm blue in the face but I can NOT get it through to him that it is NOT okay to ride the garage door. So we bring Ryan and Brandon home....not too much trouble. We get the typical whining, fussing, and general disobedience of not doing chores or homework....we get through it as usual, not too bad but still on the cranky side. Then I go to fix dinner, an easy dinner....just tostadas. While I was making dinner the toothpaste in the bathroom proved too irresistable for Nathan and or Kessa (along with Ryan and Brandon who seemed to know about it yet did nothing to stop it) and the new tube/bottle type thing was half gone...squeezed all over the counter, the bathtub, in the cabinets covering at least 6 pair of night time pull ups (you know, the expensive ones). I make the kids their plates for dinner (saving the toothpaste for later) and 3 of them manage to drop their plates or somehow spill the contents on the floor. They all get more food....of course we have a magical kitchen where no matter how much food you waste, there is always more to replace it. Yet, they manage to leave the mess of their first course on the floor waiting for the magical clean up fairy to make it disappear.......they were wrong, it took a good 20 minutes of me yelling and generally making their lives as miserable as I felt to get it cleaned up but they did it. Then one more thing was brought to my attention was while I was cleaning up the toothpaste out of the bathroom Nathan was having even MORE fun! (Notice that again everyone knows about it but nobody stops it)... He took the giant bottle of taco seasoning (the big powder monstrosity that you buy at Costco) and proceeded to sprinkle it all over the living room. The table and chairs, the filing cabinet, the safe, the weight bench, weights, and exercise bike (our living room is our exercise area for now) were all a lovely shade of rust along with spots here and there on the carpet. I started to make him clean it up, but the mess just seemed to get bigger and bigger. I sent them all to bed. Then I cried some, and I'm really just praying.....honestly praying very hard that it has to get better. I'm having a really hard time enjoying being a mom right now, I want too......I just don't know how much more of this I can handle. Nathan has his "observation" appointment with the psychologist tomorrow.....Please pray that this doctor can help me somehow, I just honestly don't know what to do anymore. I'm just one straw away from feeling completely broken....and just in time for my birthday tomorrow...yippee (that's sarcasm btw).