Could someone please come and relieve me of my children?
The day was going so great. The kids slept in an extra 30 mins. Ben finally dosed off after waking up at midnight (with the help of Tylenol...those darned teeth!) I got a solid 6 hours of sleep in a row! Now that is amazing.
Plus I even made it to one of my favorite workout classes at the YMCA. Then the day just unraveled from there.
- Once again Emma decided her pants were much more convenient to poop in then the toilet. I calmly wiped the mess up (legs, toilet seat, etc) and redressed her. Now don't get me wrong I did count to 10 and mutter a few choice words under my breath... I'm getting there. It's just so hard not to jump into "anger-mode" and send her off to time-out. Gosh she's almost 3 and still hasn't mastered potty-training.
- Next I found Sydney pulling the foam stuffing out of a cushion. Thus little pieces of foam all over the floor. Hello, she's 4. I expect more than that from her. Off she went for a little alone time on her bed.
- Of course Ben is unable to entertain himself since his gums are swollen and on fire. Hence way too much whining and crying coming from that little funny farm.
- Oh and here's the clincher, Emma AGAIN finds her pants an easier place to store poop. But this time it's in her underwear, on the bathroom floor, on the toilet seat, on the rugs in the bathroom...Ugh! What a stinky mess!! So off she goes to the tub for a scrub down. And now I have to fit a scrubbing of the bathroom into my short window of time to run errands since all kids are awake!! NICE!!
- While I'm doing all this cleaning I then find her FIRST pair of underwear in her dirty clothes basket...oh with a little surprise in them! EW!! The whole room smelled like a port-a-potty.
(ON A SIDE NOTE: Is it just me or am I always doing a load of laundry. No matter how hard I try to save the laundry for a "once a week" occurrence...we can never make it. There is always some sort of accident going on. No wonder people are putting hard wood floors all over their houses. At least they don't have to wash the carpet when there's a kid mess.)
I am counting down the hours until their father is home and I can ship them off to bed...ahhh....=)
