i am in a BAD MOOD.

the day didn't start off great. isaac is still refusing to eat (going on his third week now) but that's nothing new, it always happens when he's sick. but noah woke up crying and just stopped about 13 minutes ago when i put him to bed before seven o'clock. the trouble with that kid is i still don't know what calms him down. with isaac there were things that always worked, but i have yet to figure out what to do for noah when he's mad. yeah he'll be 18 months in a few days...you'd think i'd have it figured out by now. but he's sick and he's not getting enough sleep or food and i understand, but after 4 hours of screaming, i had pretty much had it. so i decided to take the boys out because at least noah will be screaming in his carseat instead of in my ear. he actually calmed down while i got a carwash and went to the bank so i thought, "let's go to burger king!" isaac really wanted to go to the "spaceship playground" yesterday but we didn't so i thought i would take him today to be nice.

bad idea.

noah started screaming again before we'd even gotten out of the car, but i thought he was hungry and with some food he'd calm down. nope. nothing worked. then i look in the playplace and isaac is coming out of the slide screaming. i go to see what's wrong and he says his arm hurts. i figured he'd bonked it on the way down.
no.
a boy BIT HIM.
ON THE ARM.
THREE TIMES!
i went to lunch with some friends yesterday and isaac was fighting a little with another boy there and we were making fun of his mom because she's all, "is that boy so mean? is that boy hitting you?" when the kid was giving as good as he got. so i don't want to be one of those moms, i'm sure isaac provoked him in some way, but biting is not okay. he didn't break skin but broke blood vessels and you should see the bruises now. the teethmarks were there all day. i was furious. of course noah is still screaming but when isaac pointed the boy out i went and found his mom (she was waiting for food) and told her that her son needed to apologize. she said "oh, he's never done anything like this before!" yeah. three-year-olds just start biting on a whim all the time. whatever. the boy said sorry and ran off and the mom apologized to me but i was still so mad. i still am.

noah is still screaming.

i give up. it's time to go home. not one of us has had a bite to eat yet and we've been there for 25 minutes. so i tell isaac we're going and of course he freaks out and refuses to get shoes on. so i walk out. he won't come out because he doesn't have shoes on....and is screaming at me to put his shoes on, like i hadn't already tried. so the mommy monster makes an appearance (at burger king, awesome) and i drive home screaming at the top of my lungs that it's his fault, he should've just gotten his shoes on when i asked.

right. it's the three-year-old's fault. i'm totally insane.

we get home. noah goes in his bed. isaac goes on my lap as i apologize and try to make up for the freakish, horrible mother that i am. somehow he still loves me and we play a little. an hour later, noah is still screaming. he's hungry but refuses to eat. he's tired but refuses to sleep. i finally call to make a doctor appointment (and have to close and lock my bedroom door and then close the bathroom door just so i can hear the receptionist over the screams). noah has an ear infection. ooookay. just saw the doctor a few days ago and ears were fine. whatever. go to walgreens and push screaming noah around the store for an hour waiting for prescription (apparently they didn't know i was waiting and didn't get to it right away).

and to top it all off, there's a hole in my brand new pintuck tissue tee because my washing machine sucks. i would post a picture of it for you but noah lost my camera's battery (it was plugged in and charging a few days ago and now it's gone).

and i'm having a bad hair day.