Lord, get me through this day....

Okay folks, I'm barely hang'n on. Today started off ok. I got my coffee, me and the little man left to go do our cleaning job and finished well before lunch. We made an important stop into HEB and then went home to eat. So far, so good.
After lunch is my son's usual nap time. Despite the fact he hasn't had a real nap schedule since he was 1, I continue to place him in his room where he can nap or play quietly. We finish lunch and move on to nap time, but not before pleading with him to use the potty and try to do #2. After a while of him not being successful and me desperately looking forward to my nap time. I put him in a pull up and put him down for a "nap".
Still having somewhat of a good day. Until 20 minutes after I close the door to my son's room I hear him calling me. I go in to find my almost 3 year old standing on his bed with his hands on the wall next to the oh so big vaseline stain (another story all together)and something seems and smells off. No, he should not be standing on the bed, and the odor didn't worry me right away because I knew he had on a pull up. But something else wasn't just right. I began to notice a certain dark color of faux finish on his bed, his sheets and yes, all over his body. He had pooed and decorated not just himself with it but his room as well.
It was about this time that my blood began boiling. Knowing that punishing out of anger isn't an option, I quickly tell him, in a voice that may have made Satan himself shudder, "do NOT move one ounce of your body". He had a look in his eyes that was a bit amused and a bit saying "oh man, what have I done".
I run bath water and for the next 30 minutes proceed to clean up the most hideous display of poo I have ever witnessed. It was in these 30 minutes where I thought over and over how to punish the little mess. I mean, you can't take away the kid's birthday, but that is how mad I was because he knew better. I finally came to an idea. My son is a bit OCD. He brings a coaster with him to his train table so his milk has a place in the mornings. And if I tell him I'm putting on pants but in the last second put on shorts, he melts. So, I cleaned him up, put on fresh drawers and told him he could not have pants on for the rest of the day. I don't think it really phased him but we don't have cable so if I ground him from anything else, I pay for it.
My husband came home early and rescued me, but I'm drained.
Maybe this isn't a big issue to some of you out there, but its been a long week and this was just the icing on the cake for me. Usually when something out of the ordinary happens, we get the camera, but today, not the case.
Tomorrow is another day....to which I will gladly welcome.

Picking it back up...

Greetings whomever is reading this. I hope you have had somewhat of a pleasant day.
Since the wonderful world of blogging dates these entries, you can clearly tell that I have not posted one in a while. I'm not sure exactly why. Maybe its because I was about to pull out my hair trying to teach our two year old that we don't potty in the big boy underwear, or that life in general makes no sense at all and one day you can be on a fabulous high and the next needing coffee in IV form simply to push play on the DVD player so your young'n can have something to do while you figure out if brushing your hair is really worth it. Never the less, I have to pick up blogging again simply for sanity's sake. For some weird reason, its refreshing to let out all your emotions (whatever they may be) and send them out into cyberspace.
I promise to blog more frequently than before, but I can't promise to be brief. After all, no matter how many times I've made fun of my sister for crying at a sappy movie or women who bedazzle everything (love you Mom), I am a female. And I too, by the design from the Almighty, cry without reason and yell just because it feels good. So, they may be long or short but my blog will ring with honestly and raw emotion. Thanks for reading.
Misti