- First, toddler freaks out because he didn't get to pee in the toilet before his brother. I don't understand it either, so don't ask.
- Then, middle child freaks out because I wouldn't let him take the Nintendo to school.
- Then, daughter freaks out because she can't do her hair or get the toothpaste out of the tube.
- Hubby complains about his sandwiches lately (apparently, the meat is "stringy")
- Chosen children think my snack is "gross" (cheese, crackers and dill pickles, what's the issue with that?)
- Chosen toddler and my toddler quickly resume their toddler take downs after 3 days apart.
- Chosen child doesn't eat lunch.
- Chosen toddler has a nightmare at nap time and spends the next hour whimpering and shaking on my lap (poor guy!)
- I spilled my tea all over my school work. No ink to reprint.
- 2 of 3 children arrive home from school. This is an issue, as there is one missing. How did the other 2 not notice this fact?
- 4 children and I don our coats/hats/shoes/mitts and dash to the school as I am in a panic on the phone as to the whereabouts of my lost daughter.
- She's found, in the office, crying because she thinks she lost her brother and chosen sister.
- We walk back...with my hefting two 30+ pound toddlers on each hip.
- Luckily, I remembered to set my alarm. Unluckily, I forgot to lock the back door which my son opened in his bid to get into the house first. I was still 1/2 block away.
- Alarm goes off. Son hides in his room.
- My new neighbors must think I'm crazy as I set down the toddlers to run to my house which has a blaring alarm.
- My new neighbor is surely convinced that we are all crazy as my toddler runs by and says, "Hi! My butt hurts. I need a band-aid on it."
- My new neighbor is even more convinced of my poor state of mental health as my chosen toddler shouts, "Oooh! Pretty Back Boobies mommy Hedr!!"
- Finally in the house, the next issue happens when chosen toddler picks up his juice cup and promptly spills cold juice down the front of his body - shirt, pants and socks are soaked.
- The cold juice so startles him that he falls off of the chair.
- The fall shocked him, and he cries loudly.
- At this time, daycare mom shows up to pick up her daughter.
- Eventually, child, juice and table/floor are cleaned up. But there are no spare clothes for him. I have to find some that fit - and the only ones have my local hockey team on them. Dad hates the local hockey team, but that's okay, because dad rarely comes at pick up time.
- Just got a message that dad is coming to pick up.
Can it be bed time yet??
UPDATE
- wrote a message on a friend's Facebook wall and everyone thought I essentially called her fat & ugly (okay, they were just joking, but still -- what was with that message? THINK before posting, Hethr!!
- toddler woke up in the middle of the night with a night mare.
- I brought him into bed with me.
- He peed on me and my freshly cleaned sheets.
2 comments:
You will laugh about this one day.
So why wait.
I'll tell you what you did: You had kids. Your fault. (ok, mine too.)
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