So, on this first day of the month that I dedicated myself to blogging the entirety of, I had a craptastic day and want nothing more to curl up in bed with my headache and baby and wallow in my own sweet, sweet self pity.  But instead I’m here writing to my adoring public…

“Why was today craptastic?” you may be wondering? 

Here’s a quick rundown:

By 8am I had already broken up about 30 fights that included such weapons as a high heel and baton from my twirling days (don’t’ ask).

It  then moved on to an all out attack on the tv with the aforementioned baton and a massive amount of mega blocks.

Seeing that I was clearly in enemy territory, I packed up the troops, dropped one combatant off at Bapa’s and took the rest to the gym.  When they were properly secured I attacked the elliptical until the point of exhaustion.

Having used all my personal ammo, I was unprepared for the orchestrated rebellion of my troops and therefore fell victim to the oldest trick of “noodle boy,” leaving me to drag a limp body out of the gym with one arm, balance a baby carrier on the other while tersely requesting that the other officer man up and stay in line.

From there we had some lunch and tried to regroup using some team building strategies, only to face another rebellion at the idea of picking up sister from school. Uniforms and shoes were chucked across the room and the soldiers had to manually dragged to the tank one by one and secured into their proper seats.

The long trip back to enemy territory (aka the basement at home…) allowed the troops to nap and regain their strength for the ensuing evening battles.

Which is where we are now.  Approximately 1.5 hours past bedtime, the troops are jumping on their bunks, laughing at how they felled the General.

So that, my friends, is why today was craptastic (and I didn’t even mention the part about the poo in the tub…).