Oh what a night...

Some days when I've got my mommy groove on our afternoons and evenings run really smoothly and at 7:00 when all the kids are sleeping in their beds I pat myself on the back and think that having four kids is nothing but a complete joy and really not all that hard. Today was NOT one of those days. It started off when I got home and realized Grace (our 11 year old weimaraner) found old McDonald's (what? yes my kids eat mickey d's... don't judge me!) in the trash and shredded it around the garage (this included chocolate milk... I don't even want to talk about that!). Then I walked upstairs and realized that she had also shredded a plastic bag full of goldfish and a box of milk on the carpet. I think she actually ate most of the plastic bag, so that should make for a fun evening. And, there was a milk spill in the kitchen that was covered with what must have been one billion ants (I'm starting to consider a milk free house with all these freakin' spills!). I've got a headache that is making me think I have a brain tumor (that's just me ... I'm always thinking I have a brain tumor), but I try to rally. My kids are all over tired after two late nights in a row (late for us is bedtime around 8... with no naps anymore, no one can really handle this including me). I'm super tired because Thing 4 has been waking up every two hours for the last four nights or so (growth spurt? I hope it's over soon!)... anyhow, you can see that this is far from the best scenario. So, after a dinner of taco's (which I loved) but most of the kids cried through because they thought it was gross and just wanted a peanut butter sandwich or a waffle (seriously what's not to like about a taco shell with rice and cheese in it? I didn't even give them the turkey meat that I made... yummm for me... apparently gross for them) and three spilled glasses of water, I was about to lose my mind. So, it was to bed around 6:15. Yes we did a few stories but my enthusiasm was low. To top it off, I just couldn't bring myself to make it through brushing their teeth. Why is it so hard? I don't know... something about lining them up and brushing three pairs of little teeth puts me over the edge of sanity on nights like these. The worst part is that the kids just went to the dentist and are all super anal about brushing right now... so yes, I bargained with them to not brush their teeth. Me, "I promise I'll brush them really well in the morning, please let's just get in bed (are those tears I feel coming on... please please just go to bed)." Yes, I did that... I own it. So now it's 6:45 and everyone (almost.. Thing 1 is playing with his star wars guys in his bed) is asleep. I'm hoping for an easier day tomorrow.

As a side note, I bought this great toothbrush for G at Whole Foods. (the one in the picture). It's made our of recycled material and can be recycled... looks cool right with the nifty angle of the head! He hates it and just wants a "normal" one. So much for being green. Maybe I'll use it... it just looks fun.