what was I thinking?

Dear Diary:

Today was rediculous, no really, it was a joke, a cruel one at that. My day started off great, coffee in hand, soul sister on the phone, I had high hopes. But from then on, it just went downhill, like a black diamond ski run. The kids were miserable, I was tired and distracted by the colour lady coming at 3:30. Naps never happened, there was no reprieve from the constant crying and questions and general clingyness. Liam was like one of those burrs that gets stuck to you when you are gardening and no matter how much you try to get it off, it just sticks to something else.

A trip to the toystore to buy Violet's present, a trip to the vintage store to find her a dresser and then home to make dinner. 4:00, paint lady comes, kids are ballistic. Screaming, running, fighting, it was like trying to get something done in the midst of a tornado. Colour swatches everywhere, it was all too overwhelming, turquoise, pink, lavender, orange, how should I know what colour to pick? So much commitment, trying to choose, not wanting to make another mistake. Finally I called Stefan to come in to get Liam, I thought I was genuinely going to loose my mind.

5:10 rolls around, $50.00 later, not sure if I even picked colours I wanted, Stefan comes in to eat dinner. This is the first time I have EVER wanted to eat alone. I didn't, but I didn't say much either. Thank God for a good husband. He took them out for a walk right after dinner. I consoled myself with the remaining ice cream, right out of the carton and a spoon while I went on the computer. An angel reminded me that there was a La Leche Legue meeting tonight, so I left the house and went. I feel better. I'm still confused about the paint colours but I have higher hopes for tomorrow.

Butterfly world looked like much more fun.