not this cute anymore!8 AM-- Zack makes toast for himself and uses half a stick of butter on ONE little slice. I kindly grab the other slice, demonstrate how much butter is sufficient and hand it to him. He says, "No thanks. I don't like the way you make it. Mine is always gooder." I stick my nose in the air and tell him I hope he dies of a heart-attack.
10 AM-- Preschool with Zack's friends. We hosted today and made all kinds of animal sounds. Every time someone MOO-ed, Simon cried.
1 PM-- The baby is finally down for a nap. Zack is coloring. Luke, Ben and I sit down for math. We are learning about perimeters, circumference and area units. I give a verbal problem that went like this: "If a rectangle has a length of 6 inches and a width of 4 inches..." before I could finish the question, Luke interrupts with his answer: "perimeter of 20. area of 24." I say: "let me finish the question, dude." Luke rolls his eyes and says: "Maybe you should give harder math problems." Tomorrow we will start trigonometry. Don't mess with mama.
3 PM-- trying to get out the door to head to the library. As I put Simon in his carseat, I realize he has poop all the way up to his shoulders. Poop up the back is hard enough when you don't have somewhere to be.
5 PM-- We drive home from the small city of Blue Diamond. The trip to our favorite library and park was a success. There I met a new homeschooling friend. She's LDS, lives close to me, has four children the same ages as mine, delivered baby number four at home, is spunky and talkative. I've been praying for a new friend. I still mourn the loss of Sabrina every.single.day. Amy, if you're reading this, don't be freaked out by me. I promise I won't stalk you. But I have a feeling my life as a homeschooling mom is going to get better. Thanks Azy for setting us up on the blind date. I think it's going to work out beautifully.
6 PM-- Ben hands the baby to me so he can change into his scout uniform. Just as I reach for Simon, I feel puke all down myself and see it's also coated the clean laundry I am folding. Simon is lucky he's so darn cute. Blast Tuesdays. I really, really need to change laundry to another day.
6:15 PM--I throw everyone in the car to drive Ben to the church. I hate when Aaron isn't home to help me with the dinner/baby/scouts drama. One of these days I am going to come to grips with this chaotic life of mine and be organized, but today is not that day. Today I am in way over my head.
8 PM-- home from Scouts. phew! I make grilled cheese sandwiches for starving children. Apparently animal crackers aren't nutritional enough to be called dinner. bummer. Zack finds my cell phone and knows the secret button to make it ring. He pushes it over and over and over and over. I finally snatch it away and say: "Ugh! That is so annoying!" He frowns and states: "I was just trying to have my own little party." That kid is the best and worst thing that ever happened to me.
9 PM-- Dad comes home. The kids sit up at the table to talk to him and watch him eat dinner. I go upstairs to put the baby down for the night. When I return everyone is giggling. Ben poured himself a glass of milk and wanted to make it chocolately. So he politely asked someone to pass him the formula. Nestle Quik/formula. PotAto/PotOto.
10 PM-- My hands still smell like baby throw-up even though I've washed them a gazillion times. I shrug it off and put on my leopard skin snuggie. Finally, I can read another several chapters of Pioneer Woman's love saga. I've been looking forward to this moment for some time. (23 hours to be exact.) I must finish it before my media fast next week... something else I am really looking forward to.
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you- Alanis Morissette
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And Life has a Funny FUNNY way of helping you out, helping you. out. So glad to know there is someone else in the world whose days are like this, it helps me not feel so poor and picked on.
oh, Life isn't it great. Man I could feel it all. You are an awesome mom. I was just thinking we are going to live somewhat close soon. That would be fun to get together.
sounds like a fabulous day! i knew it would be love at first site with you and amy. and no i think i will not share that amazing story of mine. but maybe i should.
You got me hooked on the Pioneer Woman's love story too. I read the whole thing yesterday while Kennedy napped and I was supposed to be folding laundry. Does that make me irresponsible? Who cares. They should definitely make a movie out of it.
p.s. Sorry I rarely comment. I read your blog everyday. I'll try to check in more often.
Try rubbing your hands on a stainless steel spoon to get the puke smell out. It's supposed to neutralize odors (they even sell stainless steel bars shaped like soap for that exact purpose). That's all I can do to be helpful- I rarely even get to the folding laundry stage.
If someone were to puke on my clean laundry at this point, I think I would just throw in the towel on laundry altogether.
I'm also a HUGE fan of a back covered in poo. Janet- Why am I pregnant again?!
because despite the back-poo and puke, babies are delicious. I had my sleepy guy cuddling on my shoulder this morning. He was breathing on my neck and it was the best feeling ever. So worth the messes, lack of sleep and insanity that comes with it.
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