Not for the faint-hearted.

Today was one of those days. You know the kind where you wish that you could hide under the covers for another, oh, year, and then come out feeling refreshed and able to face the world?

My day started off really well. Chloe slept 11.5 hours last night (*I know, can you believe it!?!?*) but it turns out that sleeping that well all night meant NO naps greater than 3o minutes all day today. Ugh.

Then I had my typical power struggle with Caleb to get ready for daycare. You'd think now that he is only going three days a week that it would have gotten easier, that he might be excited to play with friends all day. Ahhh, no. So after a mild fit while being buckled into his car seat (I swear, one day a neighbour is going to call Child-Protective Services on me the way he screeches) we finally arrive at daycare and while I am wrestling Chloe and her car seat out of the CRV, Caleb decides to run up the hill besides daycare. Now, I have a few choices:

1. I can calmly talk to him and try to persuade him that coming down the hill is a really good idea.
2. I can use that threatening tone of voice that you don't really like to use around other parents.
3. I can put Chloe down and chase him up the hill, or
4. I can TRICK him into coming down the hill.

I opted for #4, telling him that I was going to win the race to the front door - and it worked... until he wanted to do it again. (sigh)

My husband also had an uncanny sense for calling just as I was putting Chloe down for a nap. Now, the sleep training is working (Hello!?? 11.5 hours!) but she still takes quite a while to settle, and I am always worried that it is daycare calling to say that Caleb has been hurt so I feel like I have to go get the phone. (grumble, grumble)

After my long day with a screaming baby with an upset belly, I go and pick up Caleb who is being quite good. The phone rings (just as I was putting Chloe down of course) Scott tells me that he has been given a free ticket for a baseball game tonight. I tell him to go ahead and not to call because he keeps waking up the baby.

I finally get Chloe to sleep and Caleb has a toy he wants to show me. He comes running and shouting up the stairs but I manage to stop him on the fourth step and tell him we are going to make dessert but we have to be quiet. He turns to go down stairs and falls on his head on the hardwoods. He starts crying and screaming, this wakes Chloe up and the cycle starts again.

Sigh. Hopefully we'll all get some good sleep again tonight.