This morning started out like every other morning, JT bouncing into my room at 7 just to jump and then crawl into bed with me. I proceed to get up and wake up Addison trying not to wake up Payslei in the process. (That was a definite no go) Waking Addie up was splendid but trying to get her dressed, her hair done, and fed was another story. After much arguing she was up, dressed, and eating. While she was eating I was trying to print out a letter to have her teacher send home with all her classmates for their parents. I've tried for 2 days unsuccessful only to find out that no my printer isn't broken at all the kids have just taken all of the ink out of it. (I totally need to find it!) Addie finally finished eating and when I proceeded to do her hair I noticed that a section of it had been cut. CUT, I tell you! I calmly asked her who cut her hair and how it happened. (Gotta love a toddler who not only cuts her hair but her sisters as well) I sadly thought that we had passed this phase in life. I digressed and put her hair in a headband. Next Addie showed me that she had a nasty sliver on her thumb so I tell her that I would get it out; sadly she thought she already had. It was a quick and painless procedure at least for me it was. You would've thought that child was losing an arm the way she carried on. "No school for me today! I am hurt and tired." She crawled into bed and would not come out. After what I thought was ample time I calmly went into her room and told her that it was now time to go to school, she was already an hour late. She did not think so but I won the battle and walked her to school crying, pouting and all. By the time we hit the first corner she was fine, at least I thought. The minute we walk into the school and I hung up her backpack the flood gates open again. I got those ones stopped and was told to walk her down to the lunchroom to get her eyes tested and then bring her back to class. She thought the eye test was splendid, going back to class not so much. UGH!!! More tears flow, we walk to the drinking fountain get a drink and then walk into class. Her classmates ask her whats wrong with her face. (It's all blotchy from crying) I tell her that she will be fine and Neleah is sweet enough to take care of her sad friend. As I leave Addie hops up and gives me a hug. I hope when she's a teenage its not that bad!
Now your probably wondering where JT and Payslei are, well they are at home watching Super Why. At least that is what I thought. As I walk in the door there they are eating ice cream with a measuring cup and measuring spoon on the front room floor. Payslei has gotten herself dressed and is all wet and crying because JT wont share. In the air the is a minty fresh aroma, that is never a good sign when your toddler is obsessed with the toothpaste. I quickly swoop up the ice cream and put it back in the outside freezer and survey the damages.
- Toothpaste on couch
- Toothpaste on child
- Toothpaste on curtains
- Toothpaste on computer
- Toothpaste on computer chair
- Toothpaste on floor
- Toothpaste on kitten (who she also tried to bathe to no avail)
- No toothpaste tube
- Pork bone and scraps all over the kitchen floor (saved from the night before for the dogs)
Needless to say my children are now bathed, the kitten has been dried and is sleeping in my lap, and the children are in their rooms trying to figure out why it is only 10 and they have found themselves there.
At times like this I wish there was someone to give my resignation letter too.
