An Hour and a Half Segment of My Day
Prepare lunch. YoungestBoy returns home from his half-day of school. Instruct 12-year old to watch CuteBaby roll on floor. Hear Babygirl say, "The baby spit up!" Tell her, "Get a tissue and wipe it up!" Phone rings. Agree to let YoungestBoy go play at his friend's house.
Give lunch to DaycareKid. Turn on dishwasher. Get distracted by stuffed-full refrigerator. Begin cleaning it out. Stop.
Check on baby. Discover he's eaten half a tissue which is now wadded on the roof of his mouth. CuteBaby's mom arrives. Confess that her baby ate a tissue. Wave bye-bye. Sit at computer so YoungestBoy can dictate the novel he's decided to write, even though naptime begins in five minutes.
DaycareKid appears, whining. "What's wrong?" He points to feet, mutters. Sniff, sniff. What's that smell? Oh no! He pooped his pants! Cart him to bathroom. Phone rings again. Talk to husband. NeighborKid walks in, starts talking to me. Wave him away. DaycareKid cries in bathroom, waiting to be cleaned. Get off phone.
Turn on television for Babygirl's pre-naptime show ("Max and Ruby"--we call it the "funny rabbit show). Wave good-bye to YoungestBoy as he climbs into his friend's van. Find wipes, clothing for DaycareKid. Begin cleaning him. Get poop under fingernails. Put him in tub, wash, rinse. To bed he goes. Deposit poopy clothes in washing machine.
Nap with Babygirl. Answering machine clicks on. I've slept for ten minutes. She's asleep on the floor. Go downstairs. Eat lunch. Wonder what to make for dinner.Call Greyhound to see how far $150.00 will take me.
Give lunch to DaycareKid. Turn on dishwasher. Get distracted by stuffed-full refrigerator. Begin cleaning it out. Stop.
Check on baby. Discover he's eaten half a tissue which is now wadded on the roof of his mouth. CuteBaby's mom arrives. Confess that her baby ate a tissue. Wave bye-bye. Sit at computer so YoungestBoy can dictate the novel he's decided to write, even though naptime begins in five minutes.
DaycareKid appears, whining. "What's wrong?" He points to feet, mutters. Sniff, sniff. What's that smell? Oh no! He pooped his pants! Cart him to bathroom. Phone rings again. Talk to husband. NeighborKid walks in, starts talking to me. Wave him away. DaycareKid cries in bathroom, waiting to be cleaned. Get off phone.
Turn on television for Babygirl's pre-naptime show ("Max and Ruby"--we call it the "funny rabbit show). Wave good-bye to YoungestBoy as he climbs into his friend's van. Find wipes, clothing for DaycareKid. Begin cleaning him. Get poop under fingernails. Put him in tub, wash, rinse. To bed he goes. Deposit poopy clothes in washing machine.
Nap with Babygirl. Answering machine clicks on. I've slept for ten minutes. She's asleep on the floor. Go downstairs. Eat lunch. Wonder what to make for dinner.
posted by Melodee at Friday, May 20, 2005
3 Comments:
Thanks, Seafoam! I didn't even notice. :)
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I laugh first, then pray, for yet another supermom. I'm sure the blue tights and tiara are tucked in your closet.
I'm still changing the diapers of a 7-yr-old, so you are not alone. :-) We have toilet training on the agenda for this summer.
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