I've JUST put the kids down to nap and I'm supposed to be furiously busy working on my crazy long list of things to do, but I had to take this time to jot down what this day has had to offer so far.
This morning, I woke up... and kept dreaming. This doesn't happen very often. When it does, it's very confusing. When you finally come out of it, it takes a while to realize what your actual reality is. Turns out I'm NOT an Olympian runner. Who knew? I wondered why running for miles and miles was so easy.
Then after the usual morning shuffle of showers, "good morning"s and "Okay, I love you, bye-bye"s - I was tasked with getting the kids some breakfast. Got them seated at the table and went to the cabinet for some bowls at which time I discovered MAGGOTS everywhere. Y'all, maggots aren't a regular occurrence around here. As a matter of fact, the last time I had seen one was YEARS ago at our second apartment back before we ever even moved to the city. OH. MY. GRIEF. I still get nauseous thinking about it. The trash didn't get to the curb on trash day last week and here we are.
So after completely dousing my entire kitchen with bleach (and splashing myself in the face with some burning hot bleach water with maggots floating in it) I got the kids some cereal. And vowed never to eat again. Is it trash day yet?!
Noah and I are reading The Wind in the Willows. I'm excited that my 4-year-old son is interested in classic literature and also that he asks me several times a day if I will "take a break" and read to him. :) After a chapter of our book, Isla had decided it was time to get down from the high chair. I pick her up, put her on my hip and *squish.* Seriously?! Her first blowout diaper since she was 2 weeks old. (I wish her teeth would hurry up and come in! AGH!) I get her undressed and wiped down enough to get into the bath. She's standing on the side of the tub watching me adjust the water temperature aaaand she pees. All over the floor and me, since I'm standing right next to her. This is actually a record. I don't think I'd been pooped on AND peed on in succession like that... by this particular kid.
Get her in the bath and all cleaned up. While she's in the bath, Noah starts yelling for me. He's in the other bathroom and needs my help. The poor kid has chronic bathroom issues. After I got Isla out of the tub, I sat on the other bathroom floor and talked him down from the proverbial ledge and gave him some medicine. As I'm cleaning THIS up, Chris comes home for lunch... early... and provides me with a list of things he needs me to do. He's right. It's Friday. I don't want to need to get this stuff done.
I tell the kids to get in bed and Selah Jade tells me her bed is wet. It looks like a piece of cereal or something. I pick it up and it squishes in my hand. See, vomit just doesn't hold together when you try to pick it up.
And to think I pushed having my wisdom teeth extracted to next Friday. That sounds wonderful right about now.
