oh the joys of motherhood (and fatherhood)

tonight my oh so sweet and innocent little child went into the laundry room and shut the door. we kept checking on him, but it appeared he was filling his diaper and wanted to give him his privacy. next time we check, disaster striked. and it's worse than you are imagining. let me begin by saying that the drawers were opened preventing us from opening the door. there was only a crack of space that we could open the door to see my child in hand with a purple, permanent, sharpie marker. a mural had been drawn on to my dryer, and on to my washer. all of the cabinets and drawers were covered in marker. his shirt, his hands, the laundry basket, a pair of jeans..............! and because he had opened the drawers we couldn't get the door open. we finally talked him into closing the drawers and rushed in. i spent an hour scrubbing with a magic eraser, before turning the job over to jared with a tired arm.

during the entire ordeal i have a screaming crying child who knows we are upset with what he did. after turning over the job to jared, i take him upstairs and scrub him clean. he won't stop crying and whining, although it really is just a whine... my head is pounding and i am so mad. i put on his pj's and put him in his crib (which he hasn't been in for probably a year), and leave him. i change out of my too tight pants and into comfortable pajamas and take some deep breaths before going in to get him. i told him he had to stop crying or he was going back to his crib. he was literally holding his breath, but made himself stop crying.

i'm cleaning up dinner. he is banging mixing bowls all around the wood floors. my head is literally pounding. the doors under my sink that are usually locked were temporarily unlocked to retrieve magic erasers, and he has managed to pull out the dish soap and is pouring it all over the mixing bowls and floors. one thing after another.

my stomach is hurting, my head is killing me, i've been on the verge of tears, and i think i am ready for bed. hope your night went better than mine. (oh- the magic eraser mostly worked... there are only a few places between the grain in the wood that we couldn't get, but it isn't noticeable unless you are looking for it.)