Sunday

Cohen woke up early and decided to poop. He had a MAJOR blow out! IT was awful. He went straight to the bath. He wouldn't eat anything, he fussed and went crazy all morning. He slept from Blanco to Brady, about 3 hours. We got home and he cried and screamed and fussed all day. It was exhausting. I called Misty to see how her party went and while talking to her Cohen decided to play in the toilet right after Caleb used it and poured it on the bathroom floor. He used his potty chair thing to scoop out pee. I was beside myself. I cleaned him up then started mopping the floor when my husband walked in and yelled at me for calling Misty instead of talking to him, I don't remember his exact words but it was to that effect. That did it. The bottom fell out. My heart started racing and all I could think of was run, just run. I found my shoes got in my car, started it and burst into tears. He came out and opened the door asked what I was doing, ummm hellllooo! He got mad and shut the door. I threw it into drive and left. I have never left before. I just drove and screamed and cried. I asked God and the telephone poles for help. The thoughts running though my head were thoughts I've never had and never want again. I was so angry and hurt I was out of control. Completely.
I drove to our new house and screamed and cried some more. I sounded like Caleb throwing a fit. I did it until I had no tears or energy to do it anymore. I got out of the car, walked around to compose myself as best I could then I drove home. When I got there Bubba had cleaned the living room, unpacked their bags and sorted that laundry. I was surprised, I half expected a screaming match when I returned. He didn't talk to me for a while, I just went in cooked dinner. I guess I just picked up where I left off. I felt a little bit better, I was patient with the kids and the rest of the evening went well. Bubba and I talked a little bit, I just told him I was completely overwhelmed with everything, I felt alone in this whole parenting situation because he is always 'too busy' to help out. He understood and he has helped since then. I think my leaving made something click in his head....I hope anyway. And that was my black Sunday.