It has just been one of THOSE DAYS! As a mom or dad I’m sure you can relate. The morning started out all right. I got my son off to school and breakfast for my girls. Then I decided to get some writing done and settled down at the computer while my girls were playing upstairs.
Then my four-year old came to me crying, holding a soaking wet dress-up dress, and informed me that my two-year old had put it in the toilet. So I dashed upstairs to find Kelsey giving her teddy bear a bath in the toilet. The upstairs bathroom is supposed to be locked, but obviously it wasn’t. The day went downhill from there.
I cleaned up the mess and went back to writing. A little while later I heard the downstairs toilet flush and rushed in to find my daughter with soap smeared all over her arms and legs giving herself a bath in the toilet. So she ended up getting a bath in the kitchen sink.
At 11:30, still in my pajamas, I looked up from the computer and saw my daughter’s preschool bus waiting outside. I waved them on then hurried and got dressed. I got my daughters dressed as well. I tried to do my daughter’s hair as cute as possible since it was picture day at school.
We got in the car, eating string cheese on the way, and drove to school. When we got to her classroom it was empty, they were already getting their pictures taken. So we rushed down the hall to the gym, where I thought they would be taking the pictures. But it was empty except for a lunch lady mopping the floor. I asked someone where the pictures were being taken and was directed to the music room, back where we had started from. So we ran back. We walked in the music room to find her class sitting on the bleachers just about ready to take the picture. Luckily she didn’t miss them.
Back at home I got my daughter, Kelsey, settled with a snack, watching a movie for “rest time”, since nap time has just about disappeared, and started writing again. A little while later she came down holding a poopy pull-up. I cleaned her up only to find that there was poop smeared all over the family room floor. So I went downstairs got the spray bottle (a little Dawn dish soap in water works great on stains) and a rag and scrubbed the carpet.
When that was clean I went downstairs to find Kelsey standing on a chair, covered in shortening. She had used the scissors to poke a hole in the cover of a new can of shortening. Then she managed to smear it all over herself and the cupboard. I cleaned up another mess. Does anyone see a pattern here?
Soon after my daughter came home from preschool and I still hadn’t had a shower. Like I said, “It’s been one of THOSE DAYS!”