Jim and the kids are riding the limo around to charge the dead battery. Dead batteries are pretty good indicators of sllloow business. I am "cleaning house" while I add awesomeness to my pandora station. Last night we came home from a friend's house to find an entire gallon of paint had puked itself out of its container and onto the kitchen floor. Remember when I was talking about those messes that you don't know how to clean up? It was one of those. I eventually found the dust pan to be the most effective tool at scooping up excess paint.
Sometimes there will be messes that you cannot fathom how to begin cleaning up. Cases in point: A very hot, very pregnant, very July in Georgia day teaching children's services at campmeeting. I arrive late, reach in to unstrap my almost 8 month old and lift him out of his seat. A loud, resounding splat greets my ears. There is poop all the way up to his neck. There is poop all the way to his knees. There is so much poop in the seat I cannot set him back down. There is a great pile of poop on the ground. I literally stand there, holding my son a foot out in front of me, mouth agape, totally flummoxed as how to even begin to decontaminate my baby and his surroundings.
Baby powder. Everywhere. Frequently. And one time it was calamine lotion. Everywhere. Oh, and neither comes up well with a carpet cleaner. But you should still invest in a carpet cleaner because they do a great job with juices, poop, and other bodily fluids.
Jimmy is a MUCH better house keeper than me. I'm not sure how that makes me feel as a wife/mother. Even though he's better at it - I MISS MISS MISS the control and experience of doing it and having a hand in everything. As long as we have toilet paper and food (including some junk) I can handle anything. Phillip has a serious connection between his blood sugar and his mood. He MELTS into a whiny mess when he gets hungry - well before he even gets hungry really. I have to consciously feed him every few hours. Selah is still happy go lucky most of the time. A few more tantrums have cropped up since the big 3, but most of the time she just says, "okay Mommy" and moves on. My dog has been the subject of an animal control complaint. The only thing I can think of is she makes other people's dogs bark. She probably poops somewhere since she won't poop in our yard. She used to steal dog toys, but hasn't in a long time. She lives on her chain now. I hate it as much as she does. I am ready to feel spring in my bones. I feel ninety years old with the cold weather. I hate to be cold. I cannot wait to get out of the shower and leisurely dry off without my teeth chattering.
I am no longer a mother of babies. Or toddlers. I officially have two potty-trained, self-dressing, self-feeding, preschoolers. Selah turned 3 at the beginning of this month. Just a year ago I grieved over weaning her. Now I am dreading the fall when I send her off to school all by herself! Happy Birthday Selah Audrie Anniston!