"there'd be days like these"
... days like yesterday that is.
Well, I didn't get around to a post yesterday. The day was busy as usual. Started like this:
Once the kids were up (early, and after a couple of tantrums), we got out for some groceries, back home to get 18 month old for a nap, I made muffins and hummus and helped older daughter with her soccer book (she had soccer that afternoon). Oh, first, we had misplaced the book and spent about 1/2 hour looking for it. Between making hummus and muffins I did laundry and other chores, then got lunch ready for us all.
Lunch is ready, baby is awake, we eat lunch. Kids play for about 1/2 hour before we need to leave for soccer and I am cleaning the much destroyed kitchen in the meantime. Finally cleaned. Get upstairs to get baby changed and get older daughter ready. "Mommy, she has a poo bum" I hear. "Okay, you go get your teeth brushed". I get baby, start to change her - and - she is SOAKED. I mean her pants leg is soaked through with poo. She had a very runny poo (not sure why, but hey, she's a baby), and so I have to bathe her. It's 20 minutes to soccer and I am bathing the baby (wrenched my back in the process of rushing). I get back to her room to clean up her laundry. Go to older daughter's room and notice that the baby had been up on her bed. With her poo clothes. Yes. I look and can see spots where there is poo. No need to look anymore. I realize that I have to strip the bed and wash ALL of her bed sheets, duvet, and pillow. Uh huh, even the pillow got the wrath of baby poo. After managing to get one load in the wash before soccer, we run out the door with 5 minutes to get there.
A few minutes late, but my daughter is out on the field having a blast and I am finally able to sit in the sun and breathe. And call my husband to say "I'm wiped, you can come home a little early if you want" (code for "get your butt home I've had enough today"). We leave soccer, get back home, I need to get the baby in for an afternoon nap and continue cleaning. After another 2 loads of laundry and cleaning some of the floor, hubby gets home 1/2 hour early to help and we throw an Amy's pizza in the oven as well as some leftovers, have a salad, and say...
"strange days indeed"
It's amazing that with kids your days can go from busy but manageable to completely freaking out of control! One or two things, and whammo, you can scrap anything you thought you might get done that day. There have been many days that I have sung this to myself...
I will post again later today with foodie stuff, but I just thought I'd share my "fun" with you all.