It’s just been one of those days. Daddy’s out of town. It was chilly and very windy and Momma had a headache, so everyone played inside all day. For a while, everyone played in the halls with neighbor children. That went well. After lunch, though, they stayed in our apartment and things began to unravel.
Between lunch and bedtime, I felt like I needed two or three clones of myself or about ten of those Elasti-Girl arms.
My boys thought it would be fun to throw blocks. Those cute little cubed blocks with a letter of the alphabet on each one. Evidently, it really hurts if you get beamed in the head with one. Ask poor Rachel.
Someone poured water on the carpet in the office. Not much. But still.
Fortunately, Silas discovered the orange marker Jackson had hidden in the bathroom before Jackson had the opportunity to go back and use it to write all over the apartment walls.
Lots of paper, scissors, and Scotch tape. Afterward, there appeared to be a light dusting of snow under and around our dining room table. It was the scraps of paper from all the cutting.
One roll of toilet paper completely unrolled. This seems to be Jackson’s favorite pastime. We are currently using one mass of wadded-up paper, little-by-little, in our bathroom. I guess the boys get to use this wadded-up paper in their bathroom because we are not going to let an entire roll of toilet paper go to waste.
Three attempts to play Monkey-in-the-Middle in our living room. I stopped it each time before something got broken. After I took away the first ball, they found another ball. After I took away that ball, they decided to throw the blocks.
While I was giving baths, Jackson discovered the can of cooking spray I accidentally left on the counter. Let’s just say nothing will stick to our counter tops, the kitchen floor, or the tray to the booster seat.
I did successfully intervene in some disagreements and even some physical altercations between my boys. I also thwarted a plan to steal the tiny M&M’s I plan to bake into granola bars. And I saved the last small Reese’s peanut butter egg from being eaten by a nosy Caleb. How did he even find it hidden among the packets of taco seasoning and Ramen noodles? I got four little boys bathed and into clean pajamas. And one of my children is even asleep already. The others are supposed to be asleep, but they’re still wired from the cooking spray fumes and the sips of sweetened, caffeinated iced tea they sneaked from my glass.
Yeah, today was one of those days. I didn’t even mention the screaming, the grapes I found hidden on a bookshelf (can you say roach-invitation?), the books taken from the shelf and piled in the floor, the drawer emptied of its contents and haphazardly left in the middle of the room (on the books), and the 2 year old who is showing strong signs of a future as a demanding dictator. I wonder if they stayed up last night whispering and plotting ways to conspire against me. I just felt so outnumbered today. I think I miss my husband.