Have you ever had one of those days, when nothing goes right??!
It doesn’t matter how positive you are, annoying things just keep happening. Your patience and well being is pushed to the limit!
Well… today it was like this for me. I suspect it’s due to what I like to call my ‘full moon hangover’!
Full moon hangover?
I’ve learned to work with the moon cycle. As it’s approaching full, my energy levels increase. I’m busy and productive. The full moon itself is like the peak. By the following day, I’m exhausted! I literally feel like I have a hangover. So then it’s time to retreat and rest. But I’m a busy Mum, there isn’t always a resting option!
It started as I woke this morning, before my eyes were open. I could hear heavy rain outside, OH NO!!!….. I left the washing on the line last night.
Oh well, I won’t let that upset my start to the day.
But then got out of bed and spotted dog sick on the sofa. Still trying my best to remain positive, I cleaned it up trying not to think about how unfair it was to be cleaning up vomit before I’d rubbed the dust out of my eyes.
The kids were already awake. They had more steam than usual. Jumping and screaming, crazy and chaotic.
I had to get them out
I discovered a home education visit to the fire station was happening today, WINNER!! That sounded perfect. Nothing like looking around a big shiny red fire engine to entertain boys!
So off we went, parked up and tried to find the entrance. “This is strange” I thought, we were on time, normally there would be other families hanging around outside.
I thought they’d probably gone in already.
It was raining, so we were getting a bit wet walking around the big building. Around the back we bumped into two smoking fire service workers, who directed us back to the front of the building. By now the toddler is feeling rather heavy on my hip, and I’m already limping i pain due to an injury yesterday.
At last… the entrance! I then had to carry my heavy boy up 2 flights of stairs and rang the door bell. A lady informed us that the visit we spoke of was probably happening in the other building across the big green, then across the road.
So now, we are running late, it’s pouring with rain, toddler is wriggling and wants to get down. I can’t let him down because we are running. 5 year old is moaning at me, because he has a microscopic scratch 3 days old on his foot. ‘It hurts remember!’ I’m told ( though it was fine when he was jumping all over the furniture earlier)
Archie to the rescue, takes toddler so I can help the ‘invalid’ while we LIMP RUN together.
The boys weren’t into it!
Otis wouldn’t join in, he was lying on the floor fidgeting on his back. Archie was sat on a chair at the back of the room, unengaged. Shiloh was either trying to pull up my top for milk, running under the tables, or making loud shrieking noising that disturbed everyone.
Next we entered the garage where the fire engines and uniforms are kept. “Pheeeew” they perked up! FIRE ENGINE!!
But we had to stand around being talked to first. That lost them. Otis returned to his lying down position on the floor, Shiloh was screaming and wriggling. I try to put him down, he screams he wants to be up. I pick him up, he wriggles and screams, absolutely no resolve… until Archie advises I take him to look out of the window…. excellent advice…. works for 75 seconds at a time.
Walk back to group, listen. Cry, back to window. Stare for a bit. Cry, back to group…. and so on.
Just take me home!!!
We got invited back to a friends for play, but the ordeal had left me feeling frazzled. So we just went home.
At dinner, Shiloh pushed his highchair over, with all his food on it. We managed to retrieve most of it, the dogs ate the rest.
Then he jumped around so much he is sick on the floor. I put him in the bath.
Meanwhile, Otis has been shouting, singing, chatting, basically making noise of some description since we got back. The final straw was his hard strumming of his guitar. Completely overwhelmed with chaos and exhaustion.
I have a Migraine. There is too much noise.
The dogs are hassling me for a walk. The dishes are piled up like a game of Jenga in the sink.
LAUNDRY IS STILL ON THE DAMN LINE!!!!!!
MELTDOWN!! I can’t cope!
Today was a bad day, but I could have coped if it wasn’t for the full moon hangover.
I give up….
….tomorrow is a new day!