Oh man today was just one of those days that I NEVER want to repeat .... ever! Isaiah woke up on the wrong side of the crib after having a bad day yesterday as well. Speech Therapy was one big temper tantrum during which he had to be put in time out twice. Isaiah's severe tantrums were making Noah scream at the top of his lungs. I was constantly scraping two screaming children off of the floor. During the second time out in his crib Isaiah started to lay down and fall asleep. I ended his session early and Isaiah took a very early but much needed nap. I wondered if Isaiah was running a fever so after he woke I took his temperature under his arm. Because of his sensory issues he screamed the entire time despite me rocking and talking to him. No fever. Well that's good I guess. Isaiah seems to cheer up in time for OT at 12:45. During OT the same screaming for Noah continues who doesn't want to be set down. I somehow managed to complete a sensory evaluation the therapist brought for me with a screamy baby on my hip. (The shrills from Noah are just to express himself..and because he can. They are quite annoying) Noah goes down for his nap shortly after OT is over with, and a little while later we head to run errands. I HATE going to the mall by myself with both boys but I needed to pick up my contacts. I load the caddy (double stroller) and I somehow make it in and out of Lens Crafters with only mild (ok not so mild) temper tantrums from the 7 month old.
Now I have a strict rule about putting kids in the car. I ALWAYS leave at least one door open and I usually wait until both kids are buckled to start the car. It was 85 degrees outside this evening. I put Noah in his seat...he is screaming. I tell him I'm going to feed you Noah I promise Mommy just needs to put the stroller in the car. I was going to nurse Noah in the car while Isaiah ate his snack. I decide to start the car to get the air running but for whatever reason I don't buckle Isaiah in his car seat. I run around the back of our Durango, fold up the monster, and put it in the back of the car. I close the hatch and hear the most awful sound...."click." I immediatly go OH NO! I try to open the hatch...it's locked. I run around to all doors...they are locked. In the time I folded up the stroller Isaiah had climbed into the front seat and pressed the master lock of the car. Something he has never done before. I immediatly feel like the worst mom in the world. My blackberry is locked in the car with the kids and the keys. Luckily the air is on. I try for a minute to get Isaiah to unlock the door, open a window...something. Of course nothing. What was I thinking? Luckily we are in the first row in the parking lot. I run into Macy's and spot a few girls I ask frantically if I can borrow a cell phone because I had an emergency. Luckily one of them had one and I called 911. Luckily the phone call was quick and a police officer was there within 5 or 10 minutes. The entire time I had such a drained feeling and I was cursing my husbands job over and over again in my head. Kinds of having a conversation with myself. I kept telling myself that I'm so thankful that I can stay home with the kids but sometimes I HATE his job. Like today where he had already been gone for over 12 hours and was now out to dinner. Or for the golf outing that his company took him on during our precious family time. Or the fact that he didn't answer his phone when I was panicking tonight and needed his support. Or the fact that he has to work now on his day off tmr. All of these thoughts are completely ridiculous and pointless and I felt bad for thinking them. Once the police officer arrived he had the car open in about 20 seconds. I immediately scooped up a red faced crying Noah trying not to cry myself. Again...feeling like the worst mom in the world. The police officer kind of gave me a sympathy look, I said thank you and he left.
Despite feeding and cuddling him Noah screams the 25 minute trip home. Upon arriving home I find a cute little pug dog sitting on our door step. Great. Isaiah squeals with delight and starts playing with the dog. It's a very sweet little dog and it begs to come into our house so I say what the heck. I let the dog in...put it in our back yard and start walking down the street to find the owner. Our neighbor's pitt bull gets out and comes to our house as well. I'm thinking REALLY!?!?! I return the pitt bull and continue on my search for this little dog's owner. I found the owner driving around looking for the dog. She is so grateful and leaves with little Leah. I get home...no time to mow the lawn and Mark's stupid Dalmatian has peed in his cage again. I have two kids seriously behind bedtime routines and lunch and dinner for myself are now an after thought. Three diaper changes, a poop blowout, a spit up all over the carpet occurrence, and two sets of jammies later the kids are finally in bed. Now to wash the spit up out of the carpet, deal with the pain in the butt dogs, and maybe take a shower at some point? I'm very thankful that my kiddos are safe and well after everything that happened today, but I'm very glad to bury this day in the "never happened" vault and move on to tomorrow.
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