Eli walked in the door tonight, after being at a playdate and stated (very matter of factly in his best Eli): This house is a Mess. Thanks Eli, very astute observation. There are shoes and backpacks as you walk down the front hall, there are tissues paper cutouts all over the office floor, there is a plastic ikea bowl flipped over on the floor by the couch in the family room. Once today it contained the last pour out of a box of Frosties- now somehow the contents of that bowl ended up half on the wood floor, half on the rug, under a basket, side table, and couch. The bowl itself is laying pitifully near the rug too. It actually looks like somebody was fingerpainting in the sugary crumbs. Probably happened. Walk into the kitchen and realize too late that going barefoot in our kitchen is never a good idea, as I step into a nice scattering of pink sugar sprinkles. Then I remember making the cupcakes that belong to the sprinkles, as I look down at my jeans. Somebody wanted to help, and as I carefully handed that somebody the 1/2 cup of oil to pour into the bowl, that somebody lost her balance, and half of that oil ended up on my jeans. And no, I didn't change them yet. That was 7 hours, and 2 trips to the school and back.
It gets better. Eli also asked me what happened to the kitchen table? I'll tell you what happened - feeding 2 sick kids ALL DAY LONG. There are juice boxes in numerous states of emptiness, bowls of dry cereal, a few plates from sandwiches at lunch, the remnants of a school project, and then that was all pushed over to make room for dinner plates. I love dinner time. It's such a nice time to gather together, to bicker, fight, complain about the meal, and make numerous bodily function sounds. In about a 20 minute timespan, we managed to trash the kitchen, cut a finger wide open, and not eat a freakin bite of food. Wait, I take that back. Sadie had a handful of cheerios. Everyone begged for a bowl of Frosties immediately after dinner.
My eyes wander to the glass door that leads to the backyard. There is a nice fresh coat of pink crayon all over the glass. That's actually a great thing. Could have been a sharpie. This was today. This is only a fraction of what I could have written about this day. I really hope nobody throws up at 2 am, like they did last night. I'm sorry friend who sent me an email and needs a response, I am just not going to get to it tonight. It's 10:40 pm and I just sat down to breathe for a minute, before I go and pick up the pieces of this crazy day.