It wasn't a bad day, exactly. Overall, it wasn't terrible. There were a few good things. But there were a few lame things that happened too.
1. Eva decided to "paint" our bedroom carpet with blue toothpaste. I scrubbed the carpet for the first time today - certainly not the last.
2. Both children screamed through breakfast. It's like they secretly communicated and plotted in the night to try to make me go crazy as early on in the day as possible. I was on the brink of losing it. And it wasn't even 10am yet. It was a symphony of insanity.
3. Leighton woke up and demanded to eat even though it wasn't lunchtime yet. I was in the middle of making another batch of baby food (one of Apple Butternut Squash and one of Sweet potato, carrot, and broccoli). I finally gave in and fed him while my new steamer did its excellent work, but he didn't like the texture of it or something. He kept throwing crying fits. I gave him sips of water to help wash it down, and eventually got the whole bowl down him. Meal #2 in which he screamed through the whole thing.
4. Afternoon shopping trip to Walmart. I know, it was a bad idea. I wanted to have that done before Andrew comes home tomorrow so I could make him yummy food and make him not want to leave again. On the way there, I called my mom. It came up that Leighton was 7 months old today, and Eva was 7 months and just a few days when she flipped out of the shopping cart at Walmart. I shuddered to think about that. We got in the store, and I had divided my list into sections of the store (thanks for the tip, Samye!), so it was all going well and efficiently. Until - and you may not believe this - Eva flipped out of the cart and landed smack on her head. I officially believe in jinx now. She got a huge, blue goose egg within a few minutes and screamed her head off. Of course, that set Leighton off, so I was trying to calm both of them down with all the idiot people standing around staring at me.
I have been watching her all evening and I don't think she has a concussion or a broken arm, both of which I was sure she had while at the store. And thanks to Walmart's continual lack of open checkstands, I had to stand in line for about 3 eternities after all that. Eva calmed down when I gave her a pack of chocolate-covered raisins. And I took her to McDonalds for dinner. Anything to make her happy after her second traumatic Walmart experience. Thankfully, she's fine now. But I'm seriously considering online grocery shopping...it might just be worth the extra cost.
5. While I was feeding Leighton his dinner (he was eating silently for the first time all day), Eva decided to pour her cup of chocolate milk on the carpet. She kept saying, "Oh no! Blue juice!" The cup was blue, but the stain it left was distinctly brown. Scrub as I might, I can't get that spot out. Maybe tomorrow I'll try again.
6. And once again, in the middle of writing this post, I find myself on my hands and knees again. This time cleaning up the entire bottle of little homeopathic teething tablets Eva dumped all over the floor. And apparently Leighton, who is wrapped in about 38 yards of turquoise ribbon courtesy of Eva, has been snacking on several tablets, as there are a couple puddles of drool and mashed liquidated teething tablets. I hope you can't overdose on those things. At least his teeth won't hurt...
7. And to top it off, my television is mysteriously broken, so I can't watch John and Kate Plus 8 to make myself feel better about my life.
8. Oh, and Andrew called just now saying he will no longer be home when he thought. Delayed AGAIN. All I can say is that if I were in charge of the military, things would be a LOT different. Sigh.