I am currently on my to Atlanta, GA for my baby brother's wedding. I wrote this post yesterday morning, but thanks to Blogger's post scheduler, voila! It looks like I wrote it this morning. Enjoy! I'll see you when I get back. Or from the hotel tonight. Because I'm obsessed like that.
Happy Crazy Cheryl
The following happened on Wednesday afternoon within a two hour window:
*#4, not wearing anything but a diaper because it was a hot day, was found, by me, with poop all over his legs, his arms, his belly, and in his diaper. Miracle beyond miracles, no poop was found on any carpet, toys, or furniture. How this occurred, I will never know!
*Convincing three of my four children (#4 just isn't old enough to be convinced, yet) to help me clean the play room/family room without completely freaking out (although a little yelling did occur. Okay, maybe a lot. But not as much as usual, so it was progress!).
*#1 accidentally knocked down a light fixture with a large, folded box. This sent glass shattering all over the family room carpet, caused her to cry in hysterics, and made me --once again --grateful that Brandon ended up buying the Dyson.
*Being able to talk on the phone with a superb and dear friend throughout all the catastrophes and still accomplish a meaningful and delightful conversation.
*#1, thinking she could lift the 1 gallon pitcher of lemonade out of the fridge with one hand, spilled said contents all over the fridge.
*#3, not paying attention, knocked over an entire glass of lemonade, which spilled all over his pants, #1's pants, two chairs, the floor, and the counter. Who knew 8 oz. could spread so far?
I've decided that mothers are better than CEO's. Better than any high-falutin' business person whose job it is to put "fires" out all day, because a mother? With small children? Not only does she have to put out "fires", but she has to keep the child's sense of self-worth in tact, at the same time teaching the importance of responsibility. We do the menial and most degrading of jobs (poop, throw up, snot, etc.), and yet we have these delicate, delicate minds to mold and these amazing souls to love.
Hardest job, ever. Hands down.
And now, for your laughing pleasure (and because I love Bythelbs' Funnies Fridays and so I couldn't resist to steal her idea), here is a taste of what goes on in our home on a very consistent and deliberate basis: