So Supposedly...

Today was suppose to be the "first day of the rest of my life". I woke up, showered and got dressed and decided that I wasn't happy with who was looking back at me in the mirror. I was viewing today as my New Year's Day. I was going to start eating better and exercising to lose the rest of my baby weight, have more patience, be a better mom, wife and person in general. Today was going to be a good day. I had a positive outlook and things were going well...for like five minutes. All sorts of things happened at the restaurant; broken equipment, lack of inventory, sitting in the back of the store with no air conditioner with two crying babies, etc. All the issues at Charley's and all the events of the past week put me over the edge. I had a small emotional breakdown and felt a little better when I was done. This past week has been insane. There has been something going on every day this past week. It also seemed that every day there were fifty billion people at my house. There was usually just the normal amount of kids and friends but for some reason, it just seemed so much more. We had Emma's blessing on Sunday and I had to clean the house for the brunch we had following the blessing. Then after everyone left the brunch, I had to clean again. Since then, I have just been going and going. All I want to do is go to sleep and not wake up for 48 hours.
So after we dealt with the issues at the store, we went to Ikea and bought Christian a bed. (Just a minute while I bawl my eyes out please.) No more crib for my little boy. Marcus will put it together tomorrow and move the crib out of Christian's room. My baby boy is no longer a baby. No more easy nap times or bedtimes. No more just putting him in his bed and being able to leave the room and not have to worry about him staying in bed. No more letting him play in his bed at 7 am when I don't want to get up with him yet. Then as we were leaving Ikea, I had to take the head support thinger out of Emma's car seat; she no longer needs it. She is getting big which really sucks.
We are redoing Jessi and Taylor's bedrooms and getting Emma a room. I thought this would be fun, but it is so not. Trying to let decorate it the way they want and us not hating it is difficult. Also, I have decided I am not normal. I have no idea what I want to do with Emma's nursery. Most moms would have had the nursery planned from the minute they found out they were pregnant. I knew Emma would not have a room at first, so I gave it no thought. Her getting a room is happening much quicker then I had anticipated and I have no ideas for it.
We also are dealing with people being idiots and not getting back with us after a month or so of us waiting. I am learning that when it comes to running your own business, some people stop at nothing to get ahead. Why can't we all just get along?!
So on our way from Ikea I thought, "the first day of the rest of the my life SUCKS!" I had a Chili Cheese Dog and Dr Pepper for dinner since today was obviously not the day to start "Operation: New Monica." Maybe tomorrow can be the first day....

But here are cute pictures of Emma on her Blessing Day. (I figured I needed something good in this post.)