Its a Good Thing I Love Him So Much.

Lincoln had a terrible day today. Terrible doesn't even begin to describe it. I guess technically it started last night. He was up until 1:30 am. He just would not go to sleep. He then woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 8 am. He actually wore church clothes to church for the first time in months and was really good during Sacrament meeting. One of the best mornings we've had in months, I was impressed.

Then it was time for nursery. He was really excited to go and ran right in. I teach Primary and headed to the primary room. I don't think I was in there five minutes when the nursery leader brought Lincoln to me screaming. They were having nursery outside today and he didn't want to go out there. Strange because usually that's all he wants to do at church. After several attempts to get him to go back to nursery I finally ended up walking around the halls with him kicking and screaming and trying to get down for all of opening exercises, singing time, and sharing time. I finally got him to go back to nursery about five minutes before my actual class started and he seemed happy in there. My class was horrible today. I know that isn't Lincoln's fault, but they were. I left in a bad mood, which only got worse when I could hear Lincoln screamed way down the hall from the nursery room. When I picked him up his whole face was red from screaming and the poor nursery teacher who was holding him told me that he had screamed most of the time he was there, and that he had been given several time outs for beating up on kids. Our nursery leaders are saints. There are usually 20-25 kids in there, many of whom are special needs. Jesse is gone right now, and with me teaching, I don't really know what else to do with him.

So I bring him home thinking that he is just WAY too tired. As soon as we get home I put him down for a nap and start cooking lunch. A few minutes later he comes in the kitchen completely naked and says, "poop." That's right, he had pooped on my living room floor, and had it all over his bum, legs, and feet. While I was cleaning the poop on my living room floor he flooded my upstairs bathroom. We then spent the next three hours trying unsuccessfully to get him to take a nap. I finally gave up and left him to play while I had a much needed break. As I'm checking my email I turn around to find him naked again, and peeing into Savannah's backpack.

So we had a Primary teacher training tonight, and as I REALLY needed the break I asked my friend, Addie, to watch the kids. Of course Lincoln fell asleep on the way to her house at 6 PM. She said he slept less than half an hour, and when I picked him up he was exhausted and so was I. So I started the whole getting ready for bed process. Now, Lincoln sleeps on the couch. I know that isn't ideal, but it is the ONLY place he will sleep, so for now that's where he sleeps. We spent 45 minutes with him crying for something that I cant' figure out what. I finally figured out that he wanted to watch an episode of Lazy Town (a show I didn't know he had ever seen) that is on a DVD that is scratched way beyond saving. I finally turned it on thinking that if he saw that it was broken he would stop and watch something else. Nope, he cried for another half an hour because it wouldn't work. FINALLY I got him to lay down and watch Open Season. He is laying there quietly, eyelids drooping when I decided to go to the bathroom. I may have gotten a little bit side tracked, because when I came back probably 15 minutes later he was naked again rubbing poop into my couch cushions. He had poop all over himself, all over the couch, and on the carpet. So he took another bath, then I spent half an hour scrubbing poop, and it is now 11 PM and I'm sitting here watching him lay on the couch.

Can I just say that the entire rest of the day was spent listening to him whine. I seriously want to cut my ears off!

Tomorrow has GOT to be a better day!!!