Walk in from working out. Come around the corner to catch Cal doing this.
Kissy kissy bye bye hubby.
Baby Sunshine comes down, wild haired. Carry her back upstairs, pour breakfast for her and her brother.
Make the bottle for Everett. Go in to greet him.
He stinks. Blow out. Awesome.
Nakie baby and I take a shower.
Kids are done with breakfast. Time to change bums. One, two, three.
Time to get dressed.
Wrestle Calvin into his selected outfit (why are you wearing that winter jacket again?) – while holding baby Everett on my lap. He’s suddenly turned clingy.
Clothes on, shoes on, walk down the hall. Suddenly, Calvin is wailing!!
He wet himself (in the misadventures of potty training). He does not like the wet.
This time I put Everett down with another bottle, back down the hall to Cal’s room, strip him, dress him again.
Everett must have finished the Bah. He’s crying, and crawling, down the hall towards me.
“Olivia, go get the hair brush.” I eye her tangled locks.
I pick up Everett. Olivia has already begun to whine about having her hair brushed.
French braid/pony tail thing is not so neat or so cute. Raise my eyebrows in defeat.
Pick up Everett (still crying) again, down the hall. Now we’re really on our way.
Everett regurgitates all over himself and ME!
No way we’re getting changed. Spit up is a fashion accessory in my life.
Wipe us down as best I can. Outside.
Dig out bikes, helmets, and wagon. Ready for a walk.
Round the corner to Kellie’s, not home. We play in her abandoned back yard, alone.
Home again, into the car. Gotta run some errands. Bank, Credit Union, in-laws for Calvin’s long lost – not urinated on – shoes. A visit to Daddy’s office.
The sight of him makes all the children wail. They want to play with daddy. Maybe an afternoon visit was not such a good idea. Home again.
Lunch. Bananas? All gone. Remember this morning?
Corn dogs? Sure. With ketchup please.
Fold the laundry. Change the laundry. Curse the laundry.
Dinner? Oh yeah. Sigh with over whelming underwhelmedness.
