A little fussy with ice on top

This morning was crazy.  Sam woke up fussy.  Oh my fussy child.  When Sam is not fully rested he fusses.  When Liam is not fully rested he gets pushy and loud.  Luckily, Liam was having a good morning.  Sam began crying about this, then that, then this again, then something new, then something irrelevant, then whatever he could think of that seemed like it was a good enough reason to put up a stink about.  Skylar was getting tired and wasn’t too keen on waiting on the sidelines while I get the boys ready for daycare.  She began to call for me quietly and it got progressively louder within about 3 minutes.  Not even enough time to change Liam’s poopy diaper and get his clothes on while he attempted to run away from me and hide.  Two crying, one on the run.  I caught up to Liam – got him dressed.  I tried coaching Sam to get dressed but he just kept saying “but Mommy...it’s just....but mommy...it’s just...”  Nothing followed.  Just repeats.  Just fussing.   He couldn’t even remember why he was upset.

I lost my cool and sent him to his room.  He cried even louder up there.  I chatted with him on his bed later and asked him to cooperate.  I thought we had turned a new page.  I was wrong. 

“I want to play games.” 

“There isn’t enough time, Hunny.  We’re late getting to Sandra’s and Skylar is tired.  We need to go now but you can play games as soon as you get back.”

“Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Buuuuut Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Good Lord, here we go again! 

So I get all 3 of the crying children dressed in their winter clothes.  Sam wants to stay home and I keep saying no not today but tomorrow you can.  That doesn’t help.  He cried and cried.  But I kept moving forward.  Breathing.  Staying calm.  But...then I opened the front door to discover that those dark clouds were pouring down ice pellets.  I can’t walk the kids to daycare with Skylar in my arms when it’s pouring ice... so I turn around tell the kids we’re staying home.  Sam jumps for joy.  Liam collapses to the ground crying that we aren’t going outside. 

Sigh.