Why I hate McDonald's (Oh, and I'm back)

It's a been a year. No way of getting around that fact. Clearly a lot has changed. I've been tossing around the idea of blogging again to maybe keep me more accountable. Then there's the fact that I feel guilty that I have virtually no record of our children's existence as and fear one day my children will be that adult that has seemingly no past but just magically appeared as adults one day.

Today is the day that did it. This afternoon needed recording if only for the ridiculousness of it all, if not for my paper trail of beatification. So without further adieu...

Why I hate McDonalds.

I picked Demand and Happy up from their Good Shepard class today at 11am. I had to drop one of their freinds off on the way home first and thought, "You know what, I should stop at McDonalds for lunch". I NEVER....NEVER stop at McDonalds. McDonalds creeps me out.  I thought, however, that if I picked up McDonalds my kitchen wouldn't be as messy and I would have a smoother afternoon. I was wrong.

Why McDonald's, you ask? Because Wendy's is on the other side of town and McDonald's is just down the street and it was well past lunch time for us. So we bring McDonald's home and eat. The kids eat everything. I only bought two kids meals because they usually don't eat everything but today they ate it all including half of my meal which I had no business getting in the first place. 

Next it was naptime. I have had cronic neck pain for nineteen days now most likely due to nursing but today was really bad because last night I was up half the night with the baby which is rare. So I desperately needed a nap and as we would be out late, it being Religious Ed night, I decided we should all nap.

Everyone headed to their prospective resting places.

We've been having problems with Happy, who is now almost four, staying in his bed for naps on the rare occasion we actually make him take a nap. So I threatened him with a time out until Mr. Sloth gets home if he gets out of bed. That was a mistake. I wasn't in bed more than three minutes when I hear him whimpering at the door that he had peed his pants. Not wanting to disturb an almost asleep baby I whispered to get changed and come back. Keep in mind it takes him at least ten minutes to dress on any given occasion. Next I had Demand at my door informing me that there was pee on the bathroom floor and she needed to use the restroom. Again, trying not to disturb baby I motioned to use my bathroom but be quiet and not flush the toilet. Twenty minutes later Demand is still in the bathroom and I open my door to now see Happy back the toilet. Pax is now screaming that he wants to get out of the room too. I reprimanded Pax for screaming and headed back to my room. By now, Demand is done going to the bathroom, Happy is not, but I head back to bed anyway. I didn't so much as lay down when the doorbell rang. That blessed doorbell!  Apparently packages can only be delivered to our home between the hours of 12:30pm-and 3pm. And if you aren't going to grace me with actually handing me the package just leave it on the doorstep, don't ring the doorbell. So now I have to go and answer the door because if I don't the kids will. As I walk out of my room I now find Demand on the kids bathroom toilet and Happy pant less next to her seemingly waiting to have it back when she is done. At this time I will remind you that there is still a puddle of urine on the floor. A problem I solve by merely throwing a towel over it for the time being.

Coming up the stairs, I find that the doorbell had in fact woke the baby, but Pax seems to be asleep now. So I grab a pillow and blanket and tell Happy to sleep in the hall when he is finished.  I then dash downstairs to search for baby's pacifier. As I frantically searched for it I notice how completely destroyed the kitchen is and wonder why did I bother going to McDonald's if not only my kitchen is a mess but my children's digestive tracks are a mess as well? I came upstairs empty handed of a pacifier but found the hall way and bathroom empty.  Happy had ignored my instructions and gone back into his room where I found him standing by Pax's crib! Good grief! Get into bed child!  I then head into my bedroom and close the door behind me. I climbed into bed with my sweet little bunk mate but find that I can't sleep after ten minutes of thinking what a great blog post this would be. I finally decide that baby is asleep enough for me to sneak out.  As I head downstairs I realize that the ten minutes I had to lay down actually made my neck more stiff and painful than if I had decided to not lay down at all.

I blame McDonald's.