One Of Those Days

I've always heard the phrase "it's just one of those days" from people and I find that I tend to say it myself, but I feel like I am saying it every.single.day. I get to work (late, of course...I think I just really enjoy greeting all the parents in the parking lot as they leave) and the kids have done something wild in the morning, or there is some sort of illness that causes us to have to go to the doctor, or I had to clean up a massive amount of poop, or Andrew had drug something out that created an enormous mess, or I forgot one of the many things that I forget...diapers, change of clothes, formula, bottles, food, breakfast, cell phone, keys...the list goes on. My response said mornings is "it's just one of those days." So, I guess, that "those" days are EVERY day and I am thinking about saying on mornings when I am on time, we've got everything we need, there is no major tantrum, all kids are well, and all diapers are clean that it would be "one of those days."

Anyway...yesterday was quite the day. I've recently decided that I think age three is the age when all children are bipolar. I'm quite certain that by age 4 this disorder is over, or at least working its way out. I'm not 100%, because we're not there yet, but I am hoping. Andrew threw about 27 fits between 7am and 8:30am. There was a fit about which underware (yes, underware!) he wanted to wear to school, what socks he wanted to wear, the shoes, the choice of breakfast food (yogurt, but only the Dora yogurt and that day it had to be pink not the orange which I grabbed first. He was angry about sitting in the carseat and because the weather was cold outside that morning. As he stood in front of the open door to the preschool (and we were late and all the parents were walking in and out and I had 4 bags and Madelyn in my arms) I diagnosed the bipolar disorder.

Where am I going with this? I have decided that one day I'm going to miss "those" days and so I want to remember the days that I almost pulled out all my hair and had poop from my shoulder to my waist caused by M's antibiotics and the days when the firemen showed up at our house!

Yes, that's right, the firemen. We have carbon monoxide detectors in our house that are hooked up to our alarm system (we had a minor incident with our first detector, it went off when Andrew was like 2 mos old and I called the fire dept. They came out, it was nothing, I was still scared, Jason called the alarm company the next day). About 8:00 or so last night, our alarm went off and it is LOUD. I heard the alarm, then I heard Andrew just screaming crying. I was upstairs and Jason was downstairs with Andrew. I ran down the stairs, shut off the alarm, and tried to comfort Andrew who was standing beside the detector. We told him he cannot press that button and he said "I never do it again, I never do it again." I felt very sorry for him...sort of...those are some good lessons when they don't get hurt, but they get just scared enough not to do it again. Then, the alarm company called and said the FD had been dispatched. We explained that our 3 year old set it off, but it didn't matter. They have to investigate it. So, minutes later, the ladder truck and 3 firemen show up at our door. Andrew was still a little scared. They came in and checked. We don't have carbon monoxide. They also let Andrew come outside and climb around the truck and gave him 2 coloring books. He thought that was great! I just hope he doesn't think that our CM detector is a magic button that summons the firemen!

So, that is "one of those days" that I want to remember. I almost took pictures, but I thought it might be a little weird!