Okay, so it was a long week. One of those weeks where you pretty much cut it down to the basics, treading water until reinforcements or bedtime arrive (whichever comes first!). It wasn’t overly bad…just long. Very long.

Take Monday, for example. Monday was a potty training minefield. At 9:30, I was sure I was making some major leap forward when Alex, for the first time ever, actually said, “My underpants are wet” when we were practicing running to the potty (an idea offered by our pediatrician at last week’s 3 Year well-visit). And then at 9:50, he was pooping in his pants in the hallway. He then peed himself while sitting at the table for lunch (wet to his ankles by the time I found him), so I ran him to one potty and then put Erin on the other. I was running back and forth between bathrooms (on two different floors) when the stench hit me as I neared Erin’s perch. I turned into the room to find her standing on the stool, looking at the mirror, with poop in her underpants, and it took me a second to realize that she was standing on the stool, looking at the mirror. When I’d left, she was sitting happily on the potty. Which means she stood up, pulled up her pants, and then pooped when the urge hit her instead of sitting back down. 

Needless to say, I pretty much threw in the towel at that point and just got them both down for naps as quickly as possible. Seriously…

I have to say that I was surprised at how draining this week was. We actually played outside 2-3 days this week. We played at the mall one day. We jumped on our basement trampoline every day. We jumped on the couch cushions most days. We did crafts and played with stickers and read books and made cookies (not all of those things, every day, of course). 

But still…the week was hard.

Of course, it didn’t help that the twins, especially Erin, were up too early most days this week, so they were tired…and that always makes a difference. In fact, most of the meltdowns that happened in our house this week (theirs and mine) can be directly correlated to lack of sleep. 

And I guess the noise levels were another issue. For some reason, my kids just made noise all.week.long. They bickered. They yelled at each other. They hollered for me, to me, around me, behind me. Megan bellows if she thinks there was even a hint that the twins were favored with something she didn’t get. The twins bellow…well, for just about any reason. The crying sessions were long this week (mostly because we were tired, I think). There was just too much noise. 

Still…there were a lot of good things, too. Mom’s group on Thursday night. Multiple dinners that turned out so well Eric ate seconds and commented on how good they were. Actually got some writing done this week. Had really funny moments with my kids. Finishing two books in a single week. A date today with Eric to see a movie for free + free popcorn. And my MIL, who watched the kids for us today, picked up the toys, cleaned up my kitchen (even the floor), and generally had the house looking spiffy when we got back (Thanks again, Pam!). 

So, obviously, long is not the same thing as bad. Just long. And I guess that is just how some weeks go. Still…I’m hoping for a “shorter” week in the next seven days! That would be lovely…