All 3 kids breakfast, teeth and hair, dressed. Ready for the day.
“Where did all this marker come from? How did you get a marker?”
Zoom meeting! Crap, my computer is still updating. Text teacher. Apologize. Only five minutes late to zooming.
I’ll throw in a quick load of laundry. There is a load in the dryer.
Just fluff it.
How did my kids make two loads of laundry in 2 days?
“Mom, I just peed my pants on my zoom meeting.”
Add to the laundry pile.
“How are you covered in glue? It wasn’t even your art project!”
“What do you want sweetie? Do you want Frozen?”
“Let it goooooo, Let it goooooo.”
“Ok, Frozen it is!”
That will keep her occupied for 5 minutes.
“Up, mommy.” Or 30 seconds.
“No, down. Let it gooooooooooo. Let it goooooooo.”
“No, mommy, up, up. Up. UP!!!!”
“Down mommy!”
“Up, up.”
Dryer beeps. I’ll just turn it back on for a minute.
“Why are you so cranky and drooly?”
“Oh you’re teething.”
“Eat, Eat?”
Is it time for a snack? Seriously, lunch time! Already?
What do we have. Quick. Easy. Sandwiches.
“Elly, do you want mayo?”
“What?”
“Mayo, on your sandwich?”
“Huh?”
“DO YOU WANT MAYO ON YOUR SANDWICH?”
“What is tomayopop mom?”
Nevermind. Mayo it is.
“Why is my lunch last? I didn’t want to be last.” Apparently my 3 second difference in delivery time is unacceptable.
“Mom, is there mayo on this? I don't want mayo.”
Doorbell. AMAZON!
Was that the dryer? Just turn it on again.
“Mom, you forgot our milk.”
Pour 2 milks and a sippy of water.
Catch the “all done” plate before it hits the floor.
“What happened to your hair?”
“Are your clothes wet? Is this pee? Did you pee on me?”
Add to the laundry pile.
“How about we just wear a diaper for now?”
What happened to my kitchen? I swear this was clean an hour ago.
“Girls, let’s do some school work.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t like bread.”
“For the love, are you still eating? I thought everyone was done. And you eat bread all the time.”
“I don’t like bread now.”
“Well you will learn or no afternoon snack.”
Did I eat lunch? I can’t remember. Am I hungry? Maybe, I just need more coffee.
Buzzzz. Damn dryer.
“Mom, come look at my picture.”
“That is beautiful sweetie. You are such a great artist.”
“Mom come look at my picture.”
“Still gorgeous Emmy.”
“No, Addy, we color on paper. Paper. Not the floor.”
“Hey, come look at my picture again.”
Dryer buzzes again.
“Emmy, it looks awesome.”
Have I peed lately? Nope.
“Mom, come look at my picture.”
“It looks great.”
“Addy, we don’t climb on the table.”
“Is it naptime?” Please be naptime. No, it’s not naptime.
Patience. Deep breath.
Did I make my coffee? Yep! Oh, thank God. It’s cold.
Tired. So tired.
“Here mommy. I made this picture for you, because I love you and you are the biggest, best mommy ever.”
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