Last Four

Let me tell you about my last 4 minutes. My boys came in filthy from outside (they were in the kiddy pool, then sat in the mud, kiddy pool, mud) and they run into the bathroom to get in the shower. Leaving a wet and dirty path along the way. Mol is continually, relentlessly trying to get into the bathroom. Jack all of a sudden can’t get the shower to work all by himself so I do it. There they are, I hear them yelling “can we use the red kind? Can we use the blue kind?” I’m saying “just use ANY kind!” while cursing to myself. I go in to turn off the shower and Mol creeps in. She’s trying to climb in the tub that is lined with what I thought was poop cause it was so thick. Nope, sand/dirt… filthy, even leaves in the shower, yeah… So out they go, I told them to go up and get themselves dressed. So they run outta the bathroom naked and sopping wet. Mol is trying to get in the tub. I go to rinse it, the shower stopper hadn’t been pushed down so whammo, I get hit with a rush of water on my head. Nice. So I push the nub down and try to clean the tub, all while Mol is trying to get in. We leave the bathroom, Jack is yanked cause he doesn’t have shorts clean, I’m trying to put their dirty bathing suits and the now filthy bathroom rug in the washing machine. So I can’t hear Jack griping at me, but Mol is behind me (without me knowing for a second) eating the leftover mac-n-cheese that’s in Bean’s bowl cause we didn’t eat it for lunch. Here I am pulling discusting noodles out of her mouth, Jack is yelling to me, Mikie is trying to tell me some story with no point (LOVE him but sometimes this kid!!!). I get the load in and get Jack some shorts, come to pick up the birthday card that Mol is destroying (eating of course) and go to toss it and where did she go? Half way up the steps cause the boys didn’t put the gate back where it belongs. Then they ask “can I watch some tv?” UMM YES YOU CAN!

Better go, Mol just shut her fingers in the cupboard after unloading all of the DVD cases...