At 5:20 pm my husband walked out the door to work. I was racing to finish dinner. My mother-in-law was just leaving after watching the kids while I took 1 of the 4 to the doctor. Kelan, my soon to be 2-year-old was running amuck along with the other children. Suddenly, I heard my oldest son Braeden say “MOOOOMMMM! Kelan is covered in liquid yogurt!” I turned to look… yep… doused in a smoothie that he had pulled from the refrigerator at some point. I looked at him and wanted to cry. He looked up and smiled happily at me all the while splashing in the puddle he had made on the floor. I quickly stripped him down to a diaper and went to grab some paper towels to clean up the mess. I turned back around and found that he had taken off his diaper (which consequently was soiled) and was running around with poop stuck to his hind end.
Later, after I cleaned that mess up and gave everyone a bath, I fixed Kelan and Ailey (the baby) each a bottle and gave them their bedtime medicine. As I was giving the baby her dosage, Kelan decided to empty his bottle onto himself and the chair. I got up, took the bottle away, placed him in time-out and ran to get more paper towels to clean up the mess. In the 5 seconds I was gone, he managed to dump half of Ailey’s bottle onto her. I caught him shaking it like salt over her head.
A little while later after attempting to get Kelan and Ailey to bed, which goes a little something like this…. Bed, crib, bed, crib, bed, crib, bed, crib, bed, crib, bed, crib, everybody crying (including me), bed, crib… I gave up and brought them downstairs to try to sit quietly on the couch. I sat down. Ailey fell asleep immediately. I carried her upstairs to her crib and heard Kelan slapping Kian who was falling asleep downstairs in the chair. I hurried back downstairs to a bawling Kian and carried him up to bed. While I was putting him to bed. I came back down to see that Kelan had decided to “feed the kitty” and dumped a whole bag of cat food on the floor… and was playing in it. At this point it was 9:20 pm, out came the vacuum.
It is now 10 pm and I am writing this in bed as Kelan flips and flops next to me. He hasn’t moved now for 30 seconds… I think he’s starting to fall asleep? I can’t wait to read this to him when he’s older. I hope by then it’ll be funny to me.