Cracking

So spring break has actually been a little wearing on all of us. Without our normal routine, we've been keeping very busy with out of the ordinary activities. Maybe too busy? Yesterday was a very hectic day. We started off going to a bounce place, then out to lunch. Came home for nap/quiet time, then went to visit with our old daycare provider (which was...weird). Came home and had company, then went out to dinner. To top it off, J went out of town for the weekend, so I was on my own.

The girls and I got home from dinner and I was feeling very on my mom-game. I was kicking ass and taking names...until I was getting the girls' milk ready for bedtime and Little A pulled the gallon of crystal light out of the fridge, dumping it ALL over the floor. My back was already sore from the bounce place and lifting so much that day, so it was not my happy place to mop up a gallon of juice. I tried to keep it together but could tell I was at the end of my rope. I got the girls to bed and then stayed up way too late fueled by caffeine and a quiet house.

This morning we all woke up and got ready for Big A's soccer practice. My mother in law had kindly agreed to meet me there to keep Little A occupied while I participated with Big A. We were all set to leave when someone spilled cranberry juice. Deep breath. I mopped it up, then we rushed out the door. Got to the soccer field and lined up to stretch. I was doing the jumping jacks and toe touches but Big A was not. She refused to participate. I cajoled, I begged a bit, I took Little A out instead to try to make her want to play. Nothing worked so I finally threatened to leave if she would not participate. The problem with threats is that you have to follow through. Especially when you have a witness. So when she still wouldn't budge, we turned around and left. After 15 minutes. I was on the verge of cracking and it was probably for the best to take it off the soccer field.

We packed up the car and headed back home. We had pretty much driven longer than we'd been at soccer. The girls must have sensed my mood because the car was eerily silent the whole ride home...which never happens. I sent Big A to her room when we got home and she's up there crying now. I've gotta muster up the strength and patience and grace to go have a "Full House" style talk with her. Breathe in, breathe out. I know it doesn't sound like a big deal, and it really isn't. But right now, it feels like it. I know I could have handled the situation better if I'd really tried. I guess Big A and I both let each other down today. Hoping the rest of the weekend goes smoother. Is it too much to hope for no more spills, meltdowns or crying fests? Probably.