Cooking dinner @ about 6.
Kids are all outside playing.
Backdoor flies open.
In runs Ella Grace (age 3) hair a-flying. She makes a *mad dash for the bathroom.*
Meanwhile, my dad knocks on the patio door...he is delivering the 18 or so eggs he just robbed our hens of so that we might have fresh scrambled eggs for breakfast.
As we admit him, we hear screams coming from the bathroom. I send daughter #1 to assess the situation (although I'm fairly certain what has happened).
I return to my conversation with dad...
Back door flies open as #1 sticks her head out & screams at #4 to come pick up her clothes & shoes off of the bathroom floor (this is pure, unmitigated hypocrosy in it's finest form, to say the very least). As #4 comes in...#1 is rubbing her oversight in (loud enough for me to hear) by telling her that E.G. didn't quite make it to the bathroom in time, & lost it.....on her clothing & (yes) her school shoes.
In the meantime...the rice is burning.
My dad is laughing.
Daughter #1 informs me that the dog ran through the bathroom....right through....yeah. But...it's all ok, cause she just put her in her kennel.
Are you needing *Calgon* to take you away just reading all of this???
Seriously, this is rather normal around here, if complete & utter chaos can be considered normal in any way.
You might wonder, "How does she handle all of that?"
Well, today....fine. I just instructed #4 to clean her stuff & the rug up...put it in a basket & put it by the washer. Then to mop.
But, wait....before you think I have nerves of steel & a halo to match...let me tell you that by Wednesday or Thursday....this scene may very well make me want to curl up into the fetal position in the back corner of my closet.
It is times like these, though, that I think....
I really should blog this stuff...
people will get a real kick out of it.