There is no possible way, in this moment, that I could have ANY level of stank on me. And, the water bill that's coming is going to be insane. Simply put.
As is the norm, the children were bathed. They then went to bed, and I bathed myself. No biggie. The next day, medicine was shot at me--resulting in another shower. Such is life, sick children, that's how it goes. After dealing with an indoor day of "fun" I decided to sneak the boys out (because the world would be so disappointed in me for taking a sick child out of the house?) to McDonald's to get dinner and run a few errands (bank, post office, nothing major). I thought I was being this great mama by giving the boys a Shamrock Shake. As a child, (well more teenager) the Shamrock Shake was one of my most favorite treats.
Joel's ended up on the floor--where he launched it apparently in disappointment that it wasn't his typical and so very exciting vanilla. (Yes, he'd do the same with chocolate--he only likes vanilla, thus far). Kaeden's was still in his arms when we arrived at home, hah.
So, the boys have these shakes, we do the few errands I have to get done, and we headed home. I sat in the driveway talking on my cell phone about something completely unnecessary but simply enjoyed not being in the confines of our home. As I decided to end my call I went to get Kaeden from his carseat. It was there that I discovered his newfound love of the Irish heritage. My little Kaedechaun was COVERED in Shamrock Shake, trying desperately to rub that green mess out of his eyes, smiling like he'd just accomplished a great goal in his world. Indeed, dumping a shake on yourself, in your parents car, without getting yelled at is something that should be applauded, right? Ugh.
Shower/bathing again.
And, yes the water after that mess turned a milky green.
....hysterical.
That night, Joel woke up for the day at 2am. Why? He was coughing. Ugh. Kaeden decided to join the party an hour or two later. ...naptime was at 8am, no lie. We got in a second naptime--which I proudly did NOT participate in (house chores).
And, somehow tonight, after cooking a massively amazing meal, I've managed to destroy my hair yet again. (As in, there's pasta sauce somewhere stuck in there).
Surely this mommy thing is going to get easy one day, isn't it?
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