It's just been one of those days....

First of all- Before I start ranting like a raving lunatic- I want to extend a BIG welcome and thank you for all my new Followers lately!!! I believe a lot of you have been finding my blog via Pinterest. Isn't Pinterest a wonderful thing?? Don't be shy about leaving comments =)

And now....It begins.

Did you ever have just one of those days when you just completely break down over the stupidest thing? Yeah...That was me today. It was an extremely stressful day. My living room is currently in disarray because we are FINALLY painting!! I am not thrilled with the color, actually. On the swatch it looked much more creamy. But on the wall it just looks off-white. But it's a lot better and it really brightens the room up.

You can see the original color on top

I only have the first coat on 2 walls so far, which brings me to my aggravation. I am the type of person that when I start a home project, I want to finish is RIGHT away. I don't like having to put things off. But when you have an almost toddler crawling around everywhere, daily household duties, a part time job, and a boyfriend who HATES to paint, it's not going to get done in the timeframe I would like.

And then today happened. Mackenzie woke up later than usual, which was nice. I got to sleep in a little. We got up and had breakfast and played, and I put her down for her first nap. I started to get a load of laundry going and the phone rings. It's my MIL telling me that she accidentally ran over our dog with her pick-up truck and he was limping very badly (J takes him over there every morning so he can run around the 9 acre property and play with all his other doggy buddies). So I had to wake Kenzie up from her nap, and off to the vet we went.

Luckily, and by some miracle, nothing was broken or even fractured. He's just going to be a sore pup for a little while. So he's on anti-inflammatories. I'm telling you....He really lives up to his name...Lucky Cash.

We get home, and I am trying desperately to get the damn dog to just lie down on his bed. But of course he wants to walk around and chase the cats. J calls and says he's going to be working super late but would like chicken cutlets, homemade mashes potatoes and gravy, and creamed corn for dinner. Ick. Not so good for someone trying to lose weight. So I fixed myself a tuna salad for dinner, and proceeded to start making his. I had put Kenzie in her crib at this point, so she could just kind of chill out and play while I cooked. I got the chicken fried, and started boiling the potatoes. I hear Mackenzie laughing hysterically upstairs in her room. I crept up there expecting to find my cute little imp doing something incredibly adorable. Oh, but no. No no no. It was like a horror scene. SHIT EVERYWHERE. Onsie busted open, diaper on top of her head, and shit smeared ALL over her crib. Not only that, but she was finger painting a pretty picture for me on the wall....With her poo. She thought it was hiiiiiiiiiiilarious.

So I ran a bath, stripped her down and washed her off. My God, she is too much like her father. I practically needed a pressure washer to get all the crap off her. But I did. Put her in a sleeper because it was SO close to her bedtime. But damnit...Her sheets and blankets were covered in poo. Put her in her jumper, stripped down the bed and threw it in the laundry basket. Walk back downstairs with it and smell burning. SHIT! The potatoes!!!! All the water was boiling over the pot and sizzling on the burner. Got that cleaned up...Kenzie starts screaming because she is upstairs and doesn't like to be alone. I run down the basement steps (almost tripping in my flip-flops and killing myself) and get all the laundry started. The phone rings. "Hey babe...Can you come pick me up from work now?"

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Throw kenzie in the truck and off I go. Pick up J, get home, and J is pissed off that dinner isn't on the table....I still needed to heat up the creamed corn and mash the potatoes. He gets in the shower, I throw Kenzie in her walker so I can finish up dinner. All the while she is screaming and tugging at my pant leg because she is hungry and extremely tired. It was Waaaaay past her bedtime.

Throw her sheets and blankets in the dryer. Thank goodness they only take about 15 minutes to dry. J inhales his dinner and retreats to his office to play WoW . -_- I give Kenzie her dinner, put the sheets back on her mattress, giver her a bottle, and she is out like a light within 10 minutes.

Finally sit down, get on a MB I frequent. Tell about my day. The response? "Why are you making fried chicken and gravy if you're trying to lose weight?"

I fucking lost it. I just lost it. Big ugly sobs lost it. Complete internet strangers made me have a mental breakdown tonight.

All I can say? Thank God for Klonopin.

Fin.