I've been meaning to do this post for a while now because I'm always curious what kind of pictures I could take to make mundane things like cleaning up breakfast seem hip and cool. Enter Instagram. The best app ever for making laundry, traffic, dishes, dinner....sexy and awesome.
And because a few people have asked me how I do it... staying at home with three little ones that is... and I really don't have a great answer. I just, sorta do it. So here's what we did yesterday in case you want to have a look. Be warned: there was a little more excitement than usual yesterday. Bodily fluids ARE involved. You've been warned.
I'm up at 6:20. The alarm went off at 6:00, but I snoozed for a bit. Typical. B Daddy is already at the gym, trying to show me up in our Biggest Leipprandt Loser competition. I lace up my Nikes and pop Jillian Michaels' 30 Day Shred in. 24 minutes later, I'm done! Love this DVD.
Mmmmm - cup #2 of coffee and breakfast while reading blogs! What a treat. I savor the peace and quiet. God knew I needed a few minutes of quiet today. They are the last I will get for the next 12 hours...
The Squirt is on the scene at 8:30 and promptly empties his bladder on the kitchen floor. Oh boy. Here we go...
Laundry load #1 is in the wash and the rest of the crew is up in the next 10 minutes. By 8:45 our day is in full swing. I make eggs for everyone, nurse Blue Eyes and we talk about dreams. The Squirt always says he dreams of monkeys.
After breakfast I do the dishes and clean up while the big kids attempt to suffocate Blue Eyes. By 10 the baby is understandably ready for his nap, so I put him down and the big kids and I head to the playroom. I read Mr. Popper's Penguins aloud while Squirt and Sweet B ignore me.
We make it through a chapter and I surrender. The kids are getting along, so I enjoy watching them play for a while.
A very short while. The Squirt only wants to play with whatever toy his sister has and after several toy snatching incidents, a time out and a spanking, I send him to her room (Blue Eyes is napping in his) until he can come out with a happy heart. -Sigh- he's in there for a long time.
Noon - I have to wake the babe so we can all get out of the house and hopefully get the Squirt out of his funk. It's lunchtime and we are out of milk, so I decide to be the cool mom and let the kids have Raspberry Ice Crystal Light instead. This turns out to be a very bad decision. Stay tuned.
We head to the mall so I can make some returns and let the kids play at the indoor play area (it rained all morning long.)
Proof I was here today. Although I do look like a ghost in this picture - what is that about??
We shop, we play, we head home for naps. By 2:30 the kids are all down and I make myself a sandwich. My plan is to read during nap time and maybe, just maybe do some dinner prep.
Sweet B's stomach apparently had other plans. She wakes up screaming after 45 minutes. She's covered in fuchsia puke courtesy of Crystal Light and a stomach bug. Poor babe. Laundry load #2 goes to the washer.
After a change of clothes, she's acting fine, so I enlist her help in dinner prep.
Twenty minutes later she pukes again. On the couch. On the one cushion I've slipcovered. Thank you Lord for small miracles! Load #3 goes in and I enact a clothes-ban for the rest of the day.
The Squirt wakes up around 4:30 and promptly throws up in the hallway. Again - fuchsia puke. It's beautiful in a scary way. I took a picture but wimped out on sharing it with you. I am extremely thankful for hardwood floors right now. Normally we'd go to the park or play with neighbors at this time of day, but today I turn on Mickey and order everyone to the couch. My washing machine is earning its keep as I throw in load #4. (Did I mention I did two loads before everyone woke up? That totals SIX loads of laundry today.)
At 5 o'clock I called for reinforcements. Hello Mimsy! Thank you for commiserating with us.
6:30 - Dad is home! Angels sing and Mimsy takes flight. Dinner is short and sweet for these sensitive tummies. Oh, I made this - it was eh/okay.
B Daddy gets Sweet B and Squirt down while I nurse the littlest man. By 8:05 everyone is sound asleep. It's amazing what being sick does to these little guys.
B Daddy and I tackle the mountain of laundry waiting to be folded together and talk about the day.
At 9:00 we call productivity quits for the day. I'm blogging on the couch and B Daddy is watching Moonshiners. (You'll have to use your imagination for this craziness.)
10:30 is bedtime for mama. Brush teeth, wash face, slip into soft sheets and thank God for His grace... see you tomorrow to do it all over again.