Bad Mom Day

Today started out great. We took balloons and a present to my Dad for his birthday at his work. Dray made some new friends at Rowland Hall band class. We visited my Salon lady friends at Salon Loyola in Sugarhouse, always great to see them. And then we drove home and Dray mistook his ten minute nap for his normal 3 hour nap and decided to reign terror on Avi and I for the rest of the day.

My visiting teachers came over and he decided to "show off" for them by going wild child style, the remix, part 2. He was biting me, kicking me, jumping on me and Avi, sneaking food from the pantry, talking back, spitting, hitting, etc. And then when they left he just continued on with that. Told me I was naughty and I bang bang die. Lovely. I cooked a healthy dinner for me and the kids. Avi ate some. Dray didn't touch his. He demanded snacks. I said eat your dinner. Tantrums. He usually eats so well. Nothing tonight. I thought it was good. Asian style spaghetti Squash with shiitake mushrooms and green beans.

Dray was on a MAJOR snack kick today. All he wanted all day long, NON STOP, was snacks. SNACKS. SNACKS. SNNNAAACCCKS. And if I didn't give him snacks he threw himself on the ground and screamed. My favorite part.

Last night, I fed my kids what I thought would be a healthy good meal. Whole wheat, greek yogurt, and spinach mac and cheese. I threw in some leftover balsamic beef from the other night too. So yummy to me. Not so good for Avi.

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Avi's bum has been paying for it all day today. Super rashy and raw. Lots of sad diaper changes.Wheat is a no no for her still I guess. Lesson learned. (**Side note: Avi is very clingy to me lately. She wont let me put her down or let others hold her. Sometimes not even Doug. It's cute....but difficult at times too). After dinner I soaked Avi's bum in the bath for a minute. Dray poured water over her face. She freaked out. Pulled her out and let her air dry and applied lavender and coconut oil. Let her run around naked for awhile to let that soak in. Pretty sure she peed in the carpet once or twice. I decided I needed to go to walgreens to get jock itch cream to mix with some hydrocortizone cream (great diaper rash fix) for her. Dray fought me the whole way into his car seat. I realized we had no gas. Went to get gas. Dray screamed the whole time about wanting to get out. Got to Walgreens, Dray grabbed suckers and took off running. I chased him through the entire store. Bought the cream, asked the check out lady to take my son home with her. She said no. So I dragged him to the car with Avi and I. ***I said some not good things during all of this too. Not good.

 Got home, walked into Avi's room with her and shut the door. Don't know, don't care what Dray was doing. Went looking for him after Avi was sleeping. Found him eating more of Avi's happy puff snacks that he had hid behind his bed for safe keeping. Changed his diaper, put him in bed, and said goodnight and shut the door. No teeth brushing. No Songs and reading. Couldn't do it tonight. Should have? Probably. In the right Mommy mind set to follow through with it? No. Not at all. I am now eating the remainder of the healthy paleo cookies my mom gave me the other day while I type this out. Eating to escape stress again. At least it is healthier than Oreos. But I still need to find a better outlet for stress relief.

My house is a disaster, my car is a disaster, my laundry needs to be done, I have a headache from the stevia sweetened cola, and I am tired.

Today was a bad mommy day. The good news:

*I still LOVE my Drayson.
*I don't think Drayson will remember today (I HOPE).
*We will start over tomorrow and start it out with a good solid prayer.
*I will not forget to do my scripture study tomorrow. I swear that usually makes our days go better, nap or no nap. Go figure. Put God first and everything else seems to work out just a little bit better.
*I am listening in on a webinar tomorrow morning about parenting 2.5 year olds and how to not yell so much but still get your kids to listen. Sounds like witchcraft to me.
*Dray went to bed after I shut his door. No more shenanigans for the night.