Status: Had a great day with my little loves. Got Isis off to school, spent the morning with Eliza, enjoyed a bike ride, then a wonderful family supper together. The kids are snuggled in bed and I am snuggled up with a good book. Feeling blessed!
We all know it. The facebook status of someone else who has just painted a picture of their perfect day and how wonderful it went followed by a picture of their sweet child doing something cute. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so courteous and could tell them I know they're full of it. Sometimes I think we forget that in the midst of our own wonderful day, someone else is dealing with a not so wonderful morning. Or rather, that in the midst of own our fantasy, someone else is living in reality.
So to put everyone's mind at rest I would like to admit that the above status is total B.S. Let me tell you what really happened today.
At 7:00 am I received a text from another Mom that she was watching Toy Story...for the 2nd time that morning. You do the math.
Approximately 10 minutes before the bus arrived Isis came running downstairs with a giant wad of awesomeness in her hair. It was pink and sticky. I manned myself with scissors and a comb. I had ten minutes and figured one quick snip would have it out and have Isis with a lopsided haircut for the day. But further investigation revealed that it was not gum at all, but rather a dried up wad of toothpaste from the night before. Apparently instead of brushing her teeth, she had brushed her hair. I therefore saw no need for a cut, but rather a shower. Needless to say, she was not transported to school via the bus today.
Around 10:00 Eliza and I were on our way to the co-op to pick up chicken food. About two miles away from the store she started pleading...Mommy I have to go pee. Drive faster Mommy. Faster! I have to go pee! So I drove as fast as I could and then raced her to the bathroom where she sat and sat and sat and sat and sat and then said It's not coming out. I don't have to go. Indeed she did not. Nor did she go anytime within the next two hours.
Eliza skipped her nap today.
At 2:00 Eliza and I decided to take a bike ride. It began with a bike and ended with cow poop, chicken poop, and a bucket of muddy rocks. It also involved a meadow version of So Long, Farewell. By the time we returned home we both removed our pants on the back porch. I had no prior plans to do laundry today.
After supper Eliza asked for a cup of water. She carried it into the living room and spilled it all over the floor. She and Isis cleaned it up by themselves...with the contents of our entire linen closet. Still no plans for laundry.
At 7:00 I got in the shower. Two seconds later Chris came in and informed me he needed to poop. This is a dilemma in a small farm house with only one bathroom. It happens almost nightly. My only choices are to hurry through my shower (which I hate to do) or else get hotboxed (also not on the top of my list.) A long conversation followed involving phrases like Why do you always poop when I'm in the shower? and Why do you take showers at my nightly poop time?
After putting our kids to bed we began the nightly game of Whack-A-Mole. Both of our children are becoming quite good at popping back up at least 10 times before staying down.
And if this brief review of our day isn't real enough...stay tuned for my next post...where I reveal what Eliza really does with her boogers.
So let's just be honest. What's really happening in our houses today?
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in our house today, I was up at 12:49am, 4:19am then 5:20 for the day. after stumbling down the steps I made a BIG pot of coffee and tried to suck it down between watching Clifford, folding laundry, and unloading the dishwasher. Managed to feed everyone and get to school on time. Dropped the little one off at an AWESOME babysitters house, then enjoyed a much needed coffee date with my husband. Now we shall do our taxes while the children rest their pretty heads.
I cleaned up puke for a week and then was rewarded with getting it myself and feeling dead for a day....but we're going to Mexico in a month!!!
That's why I don't have FB or read "normal" people's blogs. And bc my family would NOT allow me to have it. I would embarrass them to death. Aaron politely asked me to stop mumbling my "please jesus let judah stay asleep" prayers in the middle of the night. i said i didn't know i was. i love that you don't give us the BS. honestly, you, chris, alyssa and chico aren't going to know what to do in mexico without kid drama. the kids are out on the pond and came flying in to tell on the other. aaron just told them to go back out and locked the door. i wish our parents had a blog when we were kids.
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