We had plans this weekend. Fun plans. Plans that seemed simple enough… and doable enough.

Oh how wrong I was.

You expect diaper changes and midnight feedings and spit up on your clothes. You expect calls from the school and unexpected trips to the doctor and ear infections. You expect to give up your career and shopping alone at the mall and bathroom privacy. Parenthood comes with a million things you know you are going to have to give up. The one thing that always blindsides you, however, is the profound disappointment you feel when things don’t go the way you planned them.

Nobody tell you about this. The feeling of being punched in the gut. You KNOW in your heart that this is all a part of being a parent but you still want to scream at the unfairness of it all.

Friday nights are movie nights for us. We usually rent a movie and stay in and watch while having some fabulous dessert. Family bonding time. Last night we rented Transformers: Dark Side of the Moon. Okay, so it wasn’t the best movie to begin with, but before we even started watching it I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well. The kids! The kids were whining and complaining and yelling at each other and basically making life miserable in the way only your own children can do. If it was up to me I would have scrapped the entire evening and sent everyone to bed. But no. David wanted to watch the movie and hoped that everyone would eventually calm down. Wrong.

Nobody calmed down. Add to the mix our new little puppy who empties her bladder every 5 minutes all over my floor (yes, I said every 5 minutes and I’m NOT exaggerating) and you have the most unpleasant night ever.

Turns out one kid had to be chased to her bedroom before the end of the movie and since I was the one doing the chasing I never even finished up the movie.

Jump to this morning…

I woke up to a coughing fit (me) and a child sleeping on my floor (Lauryn) and a puppy whining in her crate (Lulu). It was a Saturday at 6:30 am. Crap!

Today, we were supposed to see Breaking Dawn. The plan was this…

David would take Lauryn over to my Mom’s while I took Amanda and Temera to the movie. That way, everyone would be busy doing something and nobody could complain. Wrong again.

The children decided that it wasn’t important enough for them to shower and dress when I asked them to. By the time two out of the three finally did get dressed, it was way too late to make the morning movies. And… child #3 who was STILL not showered and dressed didn’t go with Dad over to Grandma’s meaning that none of us could do anything we expected to do today.

So, we spent the entire day at home. Doing nothing. Me mad at the kids. The kids bored and whining. As usual.

Fun family weekend non-existent.

Breaking Dawn movie that I’ve been waiting to see for a YEAR now, not going to happen. Apparently is really IS too much to ask for a little cooperation from my children. I should have gone to the midnight show alone.

I spent the entire day disappointed. Now I’m just too damn tired to care anymore.

Another day ruined by the kids.