Mad House

The good news about this morning is that I got to sleep in. M got in bed with me about 6:30 but I threatened to kick her out if she didn't lay down and stay still.  During the week it's a job to wake that kid up but on the weekends she's up and ready to go at the crack of dawn. Every single weekend. Even though every Friday night when I put her to bed I tell her tomorrow is a stay at home day and that means when she wakes up she needs to roll over, close her eyes and go back to sleep.  Apparently, the thinks the rolling over stuff needs to happen in my bed.  And she doesn't just slip in bed with me - no, she wakes me up to tell me she's getting in my bed.


I was feeling really restless last night and stayed up entirely too late so Mommy was not ready to get up.  So I barked out my threat and fell back asleep.  Then a little after 7 she woke me up to tell me M2 was crying.  So I got up. M2 was not crying. She was actually just chillin in her crib.  M, however, knows that will get me up and out of bed. But it was after 7 anyway so time to start the day.  I did get to sleep in later than usual but I am so looking forward to the day when I can break the 9:00 mark.


I attempted to make omelets for breakfast. I've never made them before. I'm not a very good cook, so that was strike one. And while I was cooking M2 kept trying to get under the big shirt I was wearing - like it was a tent or something.  And the more I pulled her out from under my shirt the funnier she thought it was. Distracted by small child, strike two. So we ended up with weird cheesy scrambled eggs instead. 


I manage to get us all at the table, ready to eat and M2 spills her juice. So I pull off the tablecloth, get it all cleaned up and everyone set up again.  Then M starts squirming around. Which only means one thing so I sent her to the bathroom. A few minutes later she shouts  "Mommy, come look at my poop!" Um, no thank you?


So M2 and I are eating and all the sudden I feel something ice cold in my lap. M2 had spilled her water and it had somehow managed to fly into my lap and down my leg. Really, there was barely any on the table -it just projectiled onto me. So I get myself all cleaned up and M2 another drink. 


And M is still in the bathroom.  By this time she is done with business, she's just in there playing around. So I go in to get her to wrap it up.  She trys to stall by convincing me that I need to wipe her. She's totally capable of doing it herself, she just doesn't want to. According to her philosophy, Mommies are meant for three things: cooking, kisses,and wiping behinds.  I'm good with the first two. She used half a roll of toilet paper, but she did it herself.


So finally, the messes are cleaned up, our bodily functions have been taken care of, and we are at the table to eat.  M starts eating her eggs and says "Mommy, something happened to make cheese in our eggs!" She was super impressed and said I was very smart for adding cheese.  I think I'm very smart for surviving that breakfast...