Earlier this afternoon, I tried to post a picture of how we were passing the time. It didn’t load it didn’t load and the afternoon dragged on. It was rainy. The littles were tired. The boys were acting a little “enclosed” and on and on it went.
I put Isa in her favorite afternoon spot and I’m not kidding when I say this is how we burn daylight right now.
(Here’s what I wanted to post, to show how we passed the time)
So idyllic. So serene.
Shortly after this beautiful shot was taken, everything fell to pieces. Boys hit the wall. They were grumpy and hungry and worn thin. The little girl only wanted to be held, which is plenty sweet until you can’t figure out exactly what direction she’s dragging you — that mystical ability of a toddler to be held by you but still pull you around, how do they do that? — and my goodness things went downhill from there.
And then, the worst part. Henry got hold of an unopened RED sports drink that he brought to me to open. And for some reason, while I was distracted dealing with all these other issues, I opened the drink, handed it to him, and sent him on his way.
A few minutes later, I heard Charlie scream. The entire drink had spilled. All over the front room floor.
I started to get a wave of agitation, but it was also that hysterical tipping point where you are like, seriously? An entire bottle of red gatorade spilled on my floor? Is that the best you’ve got?! (To whom am I speaking is of course the great mystery.)
Then Charlie got this idea, as I was begrudgingly filling up the mop bucket. He asked if I could take a picture, real quick before we cleaned.
When life hands you lemonade, make yourself a crime scene.
p.s. the MINUTE I finished this post, Isa peed all over the floor. She’s wanting to potty train (i.e. she refuses to wear a diaper) and all I can say is BRING IT.