Dear Kids,

Today was a rotten day. A terrible rotten day, actually. Not the type of “bad” day where you find out a loved one has cancer or that your dog died. But a lethargic unfun blah day.

Eldest, you have discovered a sudden random terror over bees and refuse to venture outside for fear of being stung. No amount of information or logic is able to overcome this fear for very long, and while you’ll permit me to carry you down to the swings you quickly want to come back inside. You have never ever ever ever been stung by a bee before.

Middle child, you’re miserable because your belly is bugging you because of some tummy bug you picked up from day camp where you go twice a week. Last night you woke up quite a few times, and today you pooped on Grampa’s bed. You want to screech about All The Things and you want very little to do with anything other than throwing food on the floor.

Babygirl, you’re perfectly fine, happy, cheerful, squeaky, and Nursing All The Time And Don’t Think About Putting Me Down For Five Seconds Because. Nurse. But while you nurse you insist upon smiling and trying to talk to me, so you’re not exactly nursing. But that’s okay because you know you’ll keep me  up All Night While Nursing Again. Because you have to make up for all the smile-nursing you did during the day.

I have no energy, and every fun idea that I’ve suggested has been shot down by everyone, or has brought on a panic attack over the bees that have never bitten you and that likely never will. (Although you alternate your panic with plans to catch the bees to tell them that you’re their friends. A plan that I have suggested might not be the very best of plans, because bees.. Really like to fly.. Yeah. That’s it. They wouldn’t sting you even if you caught them.. But it’s best not to do it because.. Uh. It would make them REALLY sad.

So. Today we’re watching Way Too Much TV, and coincidentally Grampa decided today was a good day to bring home Jolly Rancher chewy candies which are probably the world’s leading cause of tooth decay and hyperactive children.

Ahh, what the heck. We all have rotten days sometimes. Today’s the first full-on rotten day with very few redeeming factors that I’ve had since before babygirl was born. I suppose I’ve had it coming.

I am hoping that tomorrow you will have overcome the fear of bees, the tummy bug, and remembered that you are able to nurse without smiling.

Tomorrow’s another day. I can wait for it.

❤ Mama.