first edition
9:30 am - I see an email from my sister about crafting and think "I need to go get some stuff for the birthday. The kids will enjoy a trip to Robert's." Thus begins...Bathe. Change Granty. Dress me. Rotate laundry. Get new clothes for boyos. Disapprove of 3 clothe attempts from the girls. Dress boyos. Dry hair. Find shoes. Get snack for Granty. Finish syncing kid music to ipod.
10:30 am - Do girl hair. Remember I have real errands and leave message with lawn mower repair and call jewelry store (prong broke) ...in a crazy attempt to get it all done in one trip. Call lawnmower repair again....Holy heck 'spensive.... call Rich to make sure those are all legitimate fixes and parts. Send people to get in buckles. Make drinks for the ride. Grab craisins, graham crackers, chips, salsa, water. (It's getting close to lunch ~Whatever. Don't act like you don't grab a 3lb bag of chips and shove a quart of salsa in your bag on the way out the door.~}
11:30 - Curse the garage door. Play it's childish games. Win! Go through and lock the front door. Drive 1 mile to Roberts. Get sodie in route {I'm trying to quit. Today is not that day}. Unload people, stroller, bags (G&K are currently carrying purses). James has something on his shorts. "Woof, that's poo." Go directly to the potty. ~~Sparing you details but 1 hour elapses, 3 employees give me their sympathies, 4 plastic bags, unlimited "use of anything I need"~~. We leave the bathroom, and their #$%^ auto-flushing panic-causing toilets, the cleanish floor, a full trash, and a disappointed cleaner lady. "Sorri".
12:30 Get home. Thankfully Dad was here picking up something. Send a blanket wrapped (Sorry Kelly, I'd offer you mine but I think it's been there before too.) James with him. Cleaned poo off my van. Cleaned poo off the stroller. Cleaned poo off of me. Finish off Kate's poo (encorpresis) load with James' poo stuff. Clean James. Scrub hands. Make kids lunch.
2 people love me:
I can't believe how big all your kids are getting. The twins are handsome little guys and the girls are so pretty :)
oh dear oh dear . .
I'm SO sorry! One of these days you'll run out of the house all by yourself and you'll laugh about these days. Maybe.
I'd say you should've brought them to my house, but I don't know they would've even made it that far:)
miss you!
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