Edward cried loudly, like he'd been stabbed, and so I went rushing to help him---only to find that he had dropped his crayon (as well as, it seems, knocking over a large pile of books and paperwork) and couldn't reach it. While I got Edward's crayon, Henry tipped over the cat water. He was lying in the middle of this puddle. Cat water grosses me out, so I gave Henry a bath. He splashed me a lot, and he cried when I took him out because he wanted to stay in.
While I was giving Henry a bath, Elizabeth stomped in the cat water puddle. Edward stepped on my notebook and did the twist, so that it got all mangled. I cleaned up the cat water puddle, and Henry continued to cry angrily in his
When she felt better, she started telling herself the story, "Mommy say, 'Be why-it!' Because we being too yowd. And den I tomp in the cat water. And make big mess!"
I started making sandwiches. The twins started clamoring for taste! taste! taste! and jostling each other on the stepstool. Henry was still fussing. I thought he'd stop when I gave him his sandwich, but he didn't. He ate, but he kept up with the fussing as well. He is a multi-tasker; this challenge is no problem for him. Steam...pressure...rising!
But now, finally, it is naptime---although I hear Henry talking to himself and that's a bad sign, and Elizabeth WILL NOT STOP TALKING TO ME. Oh, I'm sure (*makes sarcastic flappy-mouth gesture with hand*): later when I'm begging her to talk to her old mother I'll be wishing I'd spent more time listening to her precious voice. But right now, OMG! Mommy's ears are FULL! Mommy would like to have THIRTY SECONDS in which she is not tending to some sort of situation that is messy and/or loud! Mommy would like to stop referring to herself as "Mommy" because that is weird and annoying!
Anyway. Here we go into the long weekend. And am I looking forward to it, as if it will be a time of rest and relaxation and fun, rather than a time that will make me long for my usual weekday routine? You betcha!