A Rough Day

So my little sleeping darling boy, has not been so sleepy and peaceful today. He has cried more today than the last two months put together. Okay, I'm exaggerating. But when you have a tantrum throwing two year old...it seems like it. I realized today that we leave for our vacation next Thursday. 1. I am not wearing a swimsuit. 2. I have not even started thinking about packing or getting us ready. Considering it takes me all day to finish things, I better start now. (It's hard to finish a whole task when I have to pick up the baby when he starts to cry, or change them, feed them, clean up, etc etc) Anyway, I decided off to Old Navy this morning so I can find some kind of shorts and tank that I can wear in the lake. Oh yeah, the vacation...so this year we are not going on our annual Penticton trip, which C and I are very sad about. However, there are a couple people in his family that for some reason decided it was too difficult to go there, whether it be the long trip, the frustrations with the border, the reservations, having to get your passport or US drivers license. Anyway, whatever the reasons, it is annoying and we wish we were going there. Instead we have a little lake resort motel reserved somewhere on the way to Yakima near his uncle's cabin. I can never remember what the name is. So, we are going Thurs-Sun. I took the kids to Old Navy, got some shorts and a tank and of course TC some clothes since he is not big enough for many of his clothes yet too big for some...I had to compromise with some tees and some pants that I think should work. AM does not want to get in the car to leave. Screaming begins. Wakes up baby, more screaming. I join along after about 5 minutes. Then I turn up Michael Buble. Once we get home, we have some more challenging moments. The worst being when I left AM and her grilled cheese & ketchup alone for 2 minutes and came back to ketchup on the wall, the floor, her shirt, her booster seat, the chair....and luckily it missed Bisou since she just had her bath on Monday. I was so mad I couldn't even say anything. Good thing her plate is plastic because I threw it in the sink, literally. I haven't touched it yet. Right now she is napping, and holy cow, so is TC...in his crib! This weekend is his 2month weekend...it's where tough love comes and he starts sleeping nights without me, in his crib. It's the same age we did with AM, so off he goes. I may be kind of sad though, not only for the fact that I'm sure he'll cry and I'll have to be awake so much more than I have these past two months, but also for the fact that he's so cuddly and I think I'll miss him. He is my last, and therefore, my last 2 months of pure snuggle sleeping with my baby. Wow, that's crazy. But it's true. I'm sure I'll sneak in his room for some rocking and cuddling though. And I'll thank God when he sleeps through the whole night in his own bed :)