Some Days...

...are just like that.

Sunday morning I got all three children up, dressed, fed, and loaded into the car. (No small feat.) I put the key in the ignition and turned...nothing.

The battery was dead.

We went back inside and hung our Sunday best back in the closet.

Some days are just like that.

I've mentioned a big sewing project I'm working on...it's roman shades.

I had the largest one laid out on the dining room floor, ready to attach the rings.

Little man was in the office painting with watercolors.

During a brief phone conversation, (during which my back was turned) he managed to pour the black tinted water all over the top of the desk and down his leg. He then proceeded to walk across the white lining of the shade...leaving dark gray footprints across the width of the shade.

Some days are just like that.

I was nursing little bit this morning.

I was dressed and ready for the day.

She had a massive blow out.

Unbeknownst to me, she had a bit of a one sided diaper wedgie.

Moments after the first squirt, "it" had soaked through her gown, my top, and was running down my arm, between my fingers, and pooling on the woven chair bottom. LOVELY. About that time, carpool arrived. While still nursing, and now in my cami, I walked MW out to the car.

Some days are just like that.

It was 12:15. MW should've been home by then. I was sitting by the window, nursing MC, waiting. The phone rang. Guess what???

Today is Tuesday. NOT Monday. I drive on Tuesdays.

I forgot.

Some days are just like that.

Little Man told me he had to "go" potty. I watched him get situated and turned my back.

He emptied a new roll of t.p.

Some days are just like that.

He finished and decided to wipe himself. Again, I only stepped out for a sec. And that's all it took.

He put half the entire roll INTO the pot.

Some days are just like that.