Where is the sensor in the bathroom, that warns my family that I am unavailable for 5 seconds and chaos should begin immediately??
And how do I turn that annoying thing off!??
Breakfast: the girls and I had a curious conversation about the current prospects for women in the workforce. They decided to personally contribute to the advancement of their gender by becoming a mermaid and a princess.
On the way to school, Elise had a big burp, which turned into throwing up all over herself. Nothing a few wipes can’t fix.
I had a few minutes between appointments, so I decided to luxuriously apply makeup. Of course this happened in the driver’s seat of my minivan, while I was nursing. Luxurious nonetheless.
Came home, and in the time it took for me to brush my teeth, the girls took down every single coat, snow pant, rain coat and vest from the hall closet… and hid all the shoes and boots in there too.
What kind of special joy does the afternoon hold? I won’t hold my breath… but maybe a basement flood??
Kidding! But I definitely see a glass of wine in my future.
A conversation had while Elise was brushing my hair,
Elise, “Mommy, how many girls did you want?”
Me, “I wanted 2 you girls, 1 Elise and 1 Belle”.
Elise, “Yes, you got 2 prisoners”.
Me, “You mean daughters?”
Elise, “No, prisoners”…
Maybe this is why earlier she asked me to go to get my hair cut again, and when I asked why, she said,
“I only like you a little bit. I want daddy to watch us again.”
Aaaww. Words from an angel. Love her!
That doesn’t happen very often… kinda like a lunar eclipse. (or “seen as frequently as the loch ness monster”, I couldn’t decide which metaphor I liked best)
8:05am me “we’re late, get your boots and coats on”. I like to start really early with the ‘we’re late’ comments.
8:10am Belle wanders over puts on mittens and heads back to the play room. The other kids pretty much ignore me and keep playing trains. I start gathering boots and coats.
8:18 am, me “really we are going to be late”.
Belle, “I have to poop”
me, “take off your mittens”
Belle, with a full on angry face, “I am going to wear mittens to poo!!” …. meh, who’s to say she can’t.
8:22am Caleb is all dressed in his boots and coat, “I have to go to the bathroom”.
me, “Belle, how’s it coming? Caleb needs the potty.”
Belle “It’s coming”…
me, “use the other bathroom, Elise do you have to go to the bathroom?”
Elise, “no, but I want a snack” …
8:32am Shove everyone out the door… whether they are done pooping or not.
8:33am Belle does a face plant in a foot of snow. We all go back in so I can change her into dry clothes.
8:45am Head back out to the car. Realize the car is covered in ice.
My clicker doesn’t work.
My tires are low.
Deep cleansing breaths.
March 3 kids and a car seat over to the driver side to unlock car.
March everyone over to the passenger side to put Owen in.
The door has not unlocked properly.
March everyone back to driver’s side. Unlock.
Open the rear passenger door… a random tubing falls off the door. Figuring it could be important, toss it back into the car.
Buckle everyone into their seats… so the kids don’t lock me out.
Scrape down the car windows.
8:52am drive 10 feet from the house, realize I left the stroller behind. Run back to grab it.
Make the 4 minute drive. Make it just on time for our 9am appointment.
Boy the girls have been brushing their teeth quietly for a long time….
“Don’t worry mommy, we were just using our cups to take toilet water to clean the sink” and even better, “ummm… I think Caleb forgot to flush”.
Sugar and spice and everything nice, that’s what little girls are made of.