- I got up early and got Christian dressed and off to school
- I did the laundry (all of it; nothing but empty laundry baskets and full closets and drawers around here)
- I made rice krispy treats (and if you know me, you know I am rkt-challenged; not sure why I can make towering cakes with minute details but the rkt eludes me)
- I made homemade, fresh-squeezed lemonade (the kids love it)
- I tidied up the house
- I balanced the checkbook (HAAAAAAAAATE doing this)
- I paid the bills (not so crazy about this one, either)
- I bought stamps
- I mailed the bills
- I ran a few errands and returned some movies we rented
- I washed all the dishes
- Picked up a few things from the store
- And REFRAINED from taking the kids to a drive-through for dinner since Hubs wouldn't be joining us. Go me.
my precious, sweet angels the three yayhoos decided to bitch-slap me put an end to my SuperMom status and pushed me off my self-imposed pedestal.
Hubs told me that when he arrived home at 2:30 this morning, Christian was still up. STILL. UP. As in, had not been asleep yet. I put her to bed at 8:30 last night, and she decided to stealth-play in her room.
At snack time, Cullen left his half-full glass (sure wish it had been half-empty) of lemonade (sugary, syrupy sweet lemonade) where Chubs could get to it. Since Chubs is a drink whore, he grabbed it, attempted to drink it, but ended up pouring it out all over himself and my clean floors.
Side note: look how gigantic that baby is! He's freaking HUGE!
No wonder I called him Gigantor when he was born. Well, that and the fact that he weighed ten pounds.
Back to my day. I stripped the boys and put them in the bath, since Cavan and Cullen were slipping and sliding in lemonade, and tracking it all over the house. It was in the bath that they decided to use the tub as their personal waterpark. I caught them standing up and sliding down the incline, and splashing water EV. REE. WHERE. You know. All over my freshly-painted bathroom. This was while I was mopping up lemonade on the other side of the house.
Don't worry; they're still alive.But I put all three of them to bed before sunset.
And... just to be really mean... I'm taking the boys to get their shots tomorrow.