So at last, I sit down at the computer to read my blogs. Finally, the kids are all playing by themselves. The baby has stopped grabbing at my skirts whining, for the first time all day (he's going through something lately, I haven't figured out what yet). There are lots of good juicy blog posts from my favorite bloggers and I'm only a few minutes into it when there's a crash in the kitchen. "No one is in there!" I think, and wonder if someone snuck by me (they're not usually that sneaky yet). Sure enough, no one was in there, but a cup, one of Aaron's favorites from his childhood, has mysteriously jumped off the shelf and shattered on the floor, amongst all the plastic children's dishes that are already there, due to the fact that I let Sparrow play in the plastic drawer, to detach him from my leg for a minute, and haven't picked them up yet.
No one in the house, including moi, is wearing shoes. I dispatch Bluejay as the kitchen guard to make sure no one goes in with bare feet, and run off to get my shoes to clean up the shards. Bluejay takes this very seriously and precedes me down the hallway, shouting to the shoeless masses to stay out of the kitchen! He reaches the bathroom and announces "Boozy's playing in the toilet!" (Boozy is the nickname Chickadee has given Sparrow, and it's stuck). Yes, Boozy is playing in the toilet, dunking the diapers he's pulled out of the trash can.
I choose to ignore this (he's already gross, how much grosser can it get in a few minutes?), and head back to the kitchen with my shoes, to prevent a more risky situation. And then I sit down to blog about it. I guess I better go clean Boozy.
I'm glad you took the time to blog in the midst of all this - you can go back and read these things later, and they might help maintain or develop a sense of humor that could come in useful...if you ever have this kind of day again. ;-)
ReplyDeletep.s. yours is one of my favorite "juicy" blogs.