This is a post from Kendra about her Saturday -
So Saturday morning....
Vince wakes early and leaves to go compete ina "MUD RUN" with some buds. I sleep in...until 620am when Rex starts to fuss. I get him up and start moving downstairs so as not to wake Brock. Girls are up shortly after 630am and ready for breakfast. Brielle requesta an egg sandwich, I stare her down and say nothing, though what I wanted to say was "You are kidding, right? When do I ever cook you breakfast when we don't have company?!" She glares right back and demands "WHAT!?" And so it began, my daily struggle of who is in charge of this family. I think part of the problem is sometimes she is so good she almost convinces me she COULD do a better job then I do. If only 7 year olds could drive?
I am trying to post a few things on craigslist to free up some space. Those big bulky baby items can be so cumbersome in a townhouse! Shame on me for trying to tackle any of my "to-do" tasks while managing 4 kids. Annaka is asking for markers, Brock is taking advantage of my distractions to use permenant marker on the dry erase board (why do we even have sharpies in this house? No good ever comes from them!). Brock is naked because I failed to dress him after he peed out of his diaper successfully wetting most of his crib. (I even had to bathe him before bringing him down!) He finds it too tempting to rip that diaper off if there are no shorts covering it. He pees on the rug. Ugh, I soak it up with a towel and add it to the laundry pile of his mountain of stuffed animals and wet crib bedding fom this morning.
Annaka decides to go to her room and watch a movie and smartly locks Brock out. However she left the markers all over the kitchen table. Brock finds them unattended, and while I am trying to catch up the laundry, he colors the table and his nekkid litle self. "Yyeggs back! Yeggs back!" (legs. black!) he exclaimes, very puroudly. I didn't notice until he stood up he had also taken the liberty to color his penis red. It was funny! He had baboon penis instead of baboon butt! I pause from laundry to grab Fantastik and clean the table, which is white. yay! I leave him be as he continues to color his "yipps wed" (lips red!) althought the color marker he was actually eating was blue.
Brielle pesters me for glue to make a fathers day card. GLUE?! AS IF! I say no, thinking no good will come of turning her loose with elmers glue (sorry daddy!). She persists and as usual wears me down and we compromise on a card that can be construsted using a glue stick instead. SHe needs cheerios she says, I say OK and get them out. All 4 kids are at the kitchen table and all 4 are immediately hungry, though I am pretty certain Rex wasn't interested in the cheerios. Brielle NEEDS a smoothie. I say Ok, mostly because I really wanted one too! While I am trying to concoct a delectable treat for my offspring, Brielle abruptly decided cheerios are not the material of choice (or ease) for her Fathers day card and she needs to switch to ...pause...wait for it....RICE KRISPIES! I think this had to do in large part with fact that I denied use of glue ...and cheerios are sort of heavy for glue stick sticking.
Out come the rice krispies. 3 smoothies are on the table- complete with straws! Go mom! Now I just need to feed the baby and get him down for a short nap and I might be able to finish craigslist task OR the laundry. I was no fool, could see both were not gonna happen.
Brock of course, tips his smoothie, just to see...it spills as he curiously watches it run off the table onto the floor. Then as he stands in his chair (why didn't I buckle him in his high chair?) he notices the open box of rice krispies and, quick as lightening, he dumps the entire full box across table and onto the floor. It was a great dump! There wasn't even any rice krispie dust left in that box! I am holding fussy Rex thinking that mess will have to wait, afterall, can't really get worse. As I am debating (a 4 second ordeal) to feed Rex cereal or try a bottle, Brock, who is now sitting sweetly back in his chair, pees EVERYWHERE. I mean that definitly was a loaded cannon. How many cups of juice had that guy had? He hit the rice Krispies on the table, diluted his smoothie a little and left himself sitting in a puddle that he began "splashing" in immediatly. That ought to offer some insight as to the volume of pee that there was. Now this was a little more than I could handle! And that was all before 10am! Life just PISSED IN MY RICE KRISPIES!
I still had not had my coffee that I had been looking forward to, and now the pot was turned off as it only stays warm for 120 minutes which probably is enough time for most of you to pour a cup and drink it, maybe 2 cups. Nope, not for me, not even enough time for a cold cup now. Still gotta feed a baby and wash another and try to convince 7 year old (and myself) that I got this!
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