This particular Tuesday was not my best mothering day. I could not keep up with the girls! During the
speech clinic I have to keep Laura quiet in the observation room while Emma works hard on her articulation for an hour. That within itself could be a long story, but that happens twice a week, so it seemed somewhat normal. I made the mistake of going to the
grocery store right after the speech session. Expecting them to be good at the grocery store after that was something I shouldn't have done. Still not too far from the ordinary, just how my day started out. (It was as I was in the parking lot
leaving the store that Lee called and said he didn't pack himself a
lunch, and could I bring him one. Sure, Subway with a drive thru it is...but at least I got to see Lee for lunch.) I came home and put the food away while the girls were playing downstairs. They got out a blanket and spread it out on the floor, found a plastic Rubbermaid type tote and with a bucket used the bathroom sink to try and fill up the tote with water to make a
swimming pool. The tote however didn't hold much water because it had a large crack running all the way down the side of it. (I don't know if it was cracked when they found it or if they cracked it by both trying to sit in it at the same time.) They even found the pool toys. They did
not find the swimming suits, so they were skinny dipping. When I showed my frustration Emma told me "but it was relaxing". Not for me it wasn't. They did have enough water to both get their hair wet. I got them dressed, and cleaned up the water stuff, the blanket was really wet, but the floor was not too bad-only a little wet. (Andrew was home by now working on his
homework.) While I was cleaning up the "pool" Laura must have decided she needed a snack. (I really thought the pantry was locked.) She got out a loaf of bread, a knife, and the
butter and took them all to her room. She found a new bottle of cinnamon sugar too, but because it was a new bottle it still had the paper/foil liner on it and she couldn't get it open. She buttered herself a piece of bread. I got done cleaning up the pool and came in the room to find her. I kicked her out of the bedroom and told her to go to the kitchen. As I gathered the butter knife and the loaf of bread, Emma helped Laura take the paper off the
cinnamon sugar. I walked into the kitchen in time see the entire bottle get dumped onto the kitchen floor. (Now Tyler is home from
orchestra and working on his homework.) Some neighbor
friends came over to play and all the kids went downstairs while I swept up the cinnamon mess. I talked with a friend that lives out-of-state, that I don't get to talk to enough, for a little bit and then went to make dinner. I had eggs I needed to use soon, so German Pancakes was the plan. The
dozen eggs that I needed to use were in the fridge, but the dozen I had bought that day were missing. All the
toy food in the
toy kitchen in the carpeted
toy room was apparently not fun enough. In a small
toy mixing bowl they had real pieces of cheese, a partial stick of butter, Tyler's candy bar, a few plastic toy foods, and a dozen eggs-all cracked open. The
egg shells were on the carpet with the rest of the mess of stuffed animals, coloring books, and more toy food. The bowl was overflowing and running down the
wooden once-an-entertainment-center-now-a-toy-kitchen and onto the carpet. It took me about a half an hour to get over the shock of the mess and really start cleaning. (The toy food/kitchen has since been removed from the toy room.) After that I didn't really have time to make the pancakes. I told the friends to go home and my kids to come eat because dinner was ready. (Lee was
working late that night.) When Andrew came upstairs to see we were having
cold cereal he ran back to the front door and yelled to his friends that they had to go home so we could eat cereal, he was not pleased. After dinner, I called my mom and asked her to please tell me she has had days like this. The conversation didn't get very far when I had to hang up because Laura had
pooped her pants. After her bath I had everyone get ready for
bed. I went to a primary presidency
meeting. When I recounted my day someone suggested we should have canceled the meeting. Are you kidding me? I needed to ge
t out of the house!
 |
| Laura was happy with her butter and bread. |
 |
| A close up of the butter. |
