The day did not start out bad, really it didn't. The boys and I went for a lovely walk around the block and I'm pretty sure I actually felt a semi-cool breeze. Evan went down for his morning nap after just a few minutes of crying and Benjamin and I enjoyed a brief period of drawing with sidewalk chalk in the front yard. We hung out peacefully for a while and then went to Sprouts to acquire some baking materials. Evan sat in the grocery cart for the first time while Benjamin walked alongside me! If only I had brought my cell phone to take a picture. I was very proud of my boys, who were so well behaved. Then, the first sign that things might not be as good as they seemed, I realized that I had left the groceries in the cart in the parking lot! We were on our way to Benjamin's gymnastic class and, as you recall, I did not have a phone to call Sprouts! When I got to My Gym I borrowed their phone and called Lance, who called Sprouts to hold the groceries.
The class was really great and, to be fair, I can't really say that the entire day was bad. I enjoyed watching Benjamin be so independent in his class. He was the teacher's pet, sitting right next to him for most of the class and following his every instruction. Benjamin really did shine in that class and you could tell that he was feeling so good about himself. He even used to potty during the free time period and did an excellent job. He is always the first to sit in the circle when the music stops and it is "Circle Time".
Its on our way home that the bad day really began. See, the problem is that the class is at 11:45 and is over just before 1, when the boys have usually been put down for their naps. I had to stop at Sprouts to get the groceries that I had left, and the boys still needed to eat something before taking naps. So Evan started breaking down on the way to Sprouts and the next hour was rather stressful to say the least. Thankfully, Evan only cried for a few minutes before falling asleep. However, Benjamin never went to sleep. I rested and ate lunch for a few minutes before making the rather unwise decision to bake cupcakes.
Since I hadn't heard from Benjamin I assumed he was asleep. As I was getting ready to mix the dry ingredients into the eggs, I heard Benjamin's door open and somehow I knew this would not turn out well! I asked him to play quietly for 10 more minutes while I finished the cupcakes. Well, its hard to remember if you already put a teaspoon of salt in the batter when a 2 year-old is screaming and banging on his door. Then I heard Evan wake up after just a 30 minute nap. Uh oh! I went upstairs after putting the cupcakes in the oven. I walked in Benjamin's room and he requested to use the potty. I should have known by the smell that he had already gone but I told him to go ahead. Then I got Evan and headed downstairs to check on the cupcakes. That is when I fell down the stairs for the second time in two weeks. I screamed and cried for fear that Evan might be hurt and Benjamin started screaming too. I clung to Evan, who by the grace of God was okay. Then I went upstairs to calm Benjamin and he screamed that poop was all over the floor. Poor thing had taken off his pull ups to use the potty but they were already full of poop! I quickly cleaned up the poop and closed the bathroom door, then went downstairs to take the cupcakes out of the oven. Well, they did not look good! It was then I realized how much pain I was in. I thought I might have broken my tailbone. Sarah and Bryn were scheduled to come over in a few minutes. I took several tylenol and put a bag of ice on my derriere. Sarah was able to help me give Evan a bottle and we managed to have a good conversation. After she left I decided to try the cupcakes again, I was determined! Well, they failed a second time...... The rest of the day and evening was spent nursing my injuries (the knee is still recovering) and taking many a deep breath.
Thank you God for keeping Evan safe while his mother keeps falling, and thank you for the joys of seeing Benjamin grow. Please Lord, heal my injured body and restore me to my former self. Amen.
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