Desperate

Last night the boys all went to the basketball game and I had convinced Myah to stay home with me and Dawson.  I told her what a fun girls night we would have watching Tinkerbell and making cookies for the boys.  She was pretty excited, especially for the cookie making.  I always envision my fun nights I have planned going smooth sailing.  Well there ended up being a few bumps in our night.  First the pizza man didn't ever come.  After an hour and a half wait, Darin called wondering were in the world our dinner was.  They had some how lost our order.  They said they could have it to us in 30 min. The Aggie game started in 20.  Darin told the boys to get in the car and they could get pizza at the game. Myah really wanted pizza too.  I tried pulling out everything in the fridge I thought she would like, but it just wasn't fair.  She wanted pizza.  So I bundled the kids up and we drove to Little Caesar's. Thank heavens for the drive through.  By the time we got home it was 7:30.  We hurry and ate...actually I did.  I think Myah ate about a half of a piece...her diet is very finicky these days.  By the time I cleaned her up and bathed her it was already 8:00.  She hadn't had a nap and she was really tired.  Dawson was reaching the end of his rope as well.  He was tired and still needed a breathing treatment before bed (darn bronchialitis).  I told Myah we would have to make cookies in the morning. MELT DOWN.  By this point I was tired too. My arms hurt from carrying Dawson around all night and emotionally I was feeling a little spent from dealing with a sick baby for the past 4 days.  I sighed and pulled out the mixer.  I thought it would be quicker to just make the cookie dough than fight her about it.  I went to get out the ingredients.  No eggs.  I was sort of relieved.  I didn't really want to make cookies anyway.  I calmly explained to Myah that daddy would have to pick up some eggs on his way home and we could make cookies as soon as we got home from church.  MELT DOWN.  At this point I wanted to just melt down too! Myah was crying, Dawson was crying and I was doing my best not to cry too.  Then all of a sudden, mommy brain kicked in.  Quickly I grabbed a frozen pancake, a tub of honey and a bag  of  conversation hearts and told her to decorate to her little hearts content.  She was THRILLED.  She could hardly wait to show her daddy.  Then we all went to sleep :).  The end.