Whew. Today was a real sh*t show. Like an actual one.
It’s Friday—my day off. I usually work Monday through Thursday, 7 to 3, so Friday is supposed to be my day. My “reset” day. My shower in peace, sip coffee slowly, maybe fold a mountain of laundry kind of day.
I wake up around 8 AM, get my wild ones (aka the kids) together, make some breakfast-on-the-go, and we hop in the car. We drop Noonie off at his school—it’s right up the street. Then we cross town to drop Sekani off at his school. The usual “have a good day, love you, be good, yada yada.” Cool. So far, so good.
I head back home, fully ready to tackle laundry mountain and prep for my passport appointment at noon. I’m also very aware that I could use a shower and maybe, just maybe, a moment of mommy time.
About an hour later, *ding*—my phone goes off.
It’s a message from Sekani’s school. Uh oh. I open it. And BAM—it’s a novel about how my 5-year-old is going completely off at school and I need to come get him ASAP.
📸 Exhibit A: The Aftermath
Yep. I walked into Sekani’s school office to this scene: crayons scattered everywhere, chairs knocked over, backpacks tossed like confetti, and the office in full toddler riot mode.
And yes, my child did this.
Here’s the thing about Sekani: he’s smart. Like, manipulative-level smart. He knows better. He just lets his emotions take over and things spiral. And sure, he’s 5, I totally get that, but he’s also capable of understanding when something’s not okay. He’s just… bored. His words, not mine. “This school is too small,” he says. *Sigh.*
Anyway, I scoop him up, apologize 1,000 times to the staff, and rush off to my passport appointment. Surprisingly, he stays pretty chill during that. Just a little antsy, but I had him count all the birthday cards on the wall to stay occupied. Parenting hack, right?
We leave. Come home. I continue laundry. Still no shower—yep, gross. Then my friend Jana calls and wants to meet up for lunch. We go, we chat, we girl-talk. Sekani does okay. He was ready to leave after 20 minutes, but my friend doesn’t have kids, so she still had patience. Me? I’m already immune to half the chaos.
After lunch, we pick up Noonie (he’s my 2-year-old). He’s usually pretty chill, but he watches big brother like a hawk and tries to mimic everything. On the way, I spot what I think is an animal shelter and get this great idea to take the boys. Yeah, turns out it’s an animal hospital. Oops. The nice receptionist tells us the mall has puppies though, so we head there.
🐾 Cue the Next Wave of Chaos:
First, Noonie starts screaming for a balloon. I almost just left him and the balloon behind, but the kind lady gave him one (bless her soul). Then I see Pink and want to grab some underwear—Sekani throws a fit because I’m taking too long and he wants to see the puppies now. So we go. Puppies = 30 minutes of peace. Yay! Life is good again.
Until it’s not.
We stop in Burlington because mama wants to browse. Nope. Instantly both kids start screaming for a $40 toy egg. I leave everything in the cart and walk out with two kids screaming bloody murder. And you know what? I had the biggest smile on my face.
No embarrassment here. Just embracing the moment. Thanks, boys, for killing my eardrums!
I get them in the car—well, Noonie. Sekani refuses. So I say, “Alright, peace out, enjoy your new family,” and boom—he jumps in that car like lightning.
We’re driving home. Shirt off. Shoes off. Screaming. Kicking. I just turn the music up and pull into a park to breathe and start writing this blog.
Today’s word: Wooooosaaa.
Question for my fellow mamas & bloggers:
When was the last time everything was a hot mess, but you smiled your way through it anyway?
This is real life with Two Wild & Free.
Mommy B out. ✌️
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