Some days I’m just DONE. Done with what? I dont know, just done. Today was one of those days. This morning started off with us waking up late for the kids’ 8am dentist appointment. We made it on time, however, if anyone has ever met Gabriel Parks, you know he’s not a morning person. We arrived at the dentist and gabriel proceeded to lay in the floor screaming in his typical “not enough sleep” style. James was off today for a follow up on his hip surgery so he texted me right in the middle of me trying not to kill this kid in front of the dentist. When I didn’t respond to his text, he knew I needed reinforcement and showed up ready to take on sleepy Gabes. 3 cleanings and a billion dollars later, we finally are able to leave. James, in true super daddy form, takes all the kids except Matthew and goes to the grocery store to get something for dinner since my kids have eaten every single thing in our pantry. Matthew and I ventured home to begin making phone calls about our bank account that was hacked this week. 😔 Turns out, we got to load up the 2 babies and take a trip to the bank to fill out some paperwork, while Madison so graciously agreed to keep grumpy Gabes at home. The bank was fun…NOT. We sat and signed paperwork as one kid yelled “FIRETRUCK” out the window at the top of his lungs, and the other licked the plastic mat on the floor under the man’s rolling chair. 💁‍♀️ Thankfully, I think the guy hated kids and rushed us through, and finally we were able to leave.

Heading home, James decided he was hungry, so we swooped through the drive through at Popeyes. We made it back on the road when we realized we had 3 more kids at home that we didnt buy food for! Oops. So we did what any respectable parent would do. We ate really quick and threw away all the evidence before we walked in the house. We thought we had gotten away with it too, until Madison picked up Walker and a piece of chicken fell out of his shirt. She stared at that lonely piece of chicken tender as it bounced 3 times before coming to a stop on the tile floor, and I literally heard her heart shatter as she looked at me and said, “yall got chicken without me?!”. For a brief second, I felt guilty. But then I remembered that this was the same heffer that used the last of my coffee creamer and didnt tell me until I made me a fresh cup of coffee and reached for the missing bottle. Yep, my heart shattered as well, so we’re even.

Later, James had his follow up appointment from his hip surgery he had several months ago. His left hip is 100%, but his right hip hurts worse than it did before surgery. I chose to go to his appointment with him because I know he’d pull the whole, “ehhh… its fine” when they asked how it felt, knowing he typically drags his leg behind him like dead lumber because it hurts so bad. I was right. Doctor asked how it was, he lied, I busted him out. #noshame. Turns out, the surgery didn’t help and the collapse of the head of his femur has progressed, so the next step is a total hip replacement. Ummm… we have 2 vacations scheduled for July, so this will have to wait until August. We are thinking maybe cliff diving or something, ya know- to go ahead and wear that hip out completely since we have to buy him a new one anyways.

We finally got home after this long stressful day, ate dinner, and sat outside enjoying the weather while the kids ate icecream and Walker dumped potting soil in Matthew’s hair. Our bathtub now looks more equipped to bear fruit than our garden with all the dirt I washed off those boys. But now, they are all in bed and its completely quiet. Too quiet. Everyone is in bed and instead of relaxing, I’m missing their disgusting little faces. Their hugs. Their snotty kisses. Why is motherhood like this? I’ve looked forward to bedtime all day- since my kids have basically boycotted naps now days, and now that they are in bed, I miss them? What.is.happening?!!! I know 7 am will come early and we will do it all again, and honestly, part of me is dreading it (mornings are rough), but a bigger part of me looks forward to hearing “ayyy… mom!” from my 2 year old yelling into the baby monitor. <sigh>