Today Trout stayed home from school sick. We all have a mild, low grade cold that just makes you a little sick but doesn't interfere with energy level (except in me, since I have no energy anyway). It has been crazy around here all day.
In the time it took for me to talk to BigDaddyFish on the phone about what he wanted for dinner (about 5 minutes), Sunny finger-painted the couch with Chunky Monkey Ice Cream.
I changed 12 poopy diapers today, and the day is not yet over. I only went to the bathroom myself three times.
I asked Trout this morning if I could trust her - I wanted to see if I could send her down to get her breakfast and bring it back to her room without getting distracted by her siblings. She asked me "About what?" several times in response, and then asked "Can you trust me about really being sick?" Which of course made me (correctly) certain she wasn't. I made her stay in her room all day, and do her entire homework packet for the week in the evening.
I got the cover to the bouncy seat washed yesterday, and today Little Man and I put new batteries in the thing and got the cover on. Nemo was in it a grand total of 4 minutes before he puked all over the thing. With no one immediately around, so I am certain no one bounced him too hard in it. Thus he got a bath and we learned an important lesson about making sure there is a spit rag in the bouncy seat under Nemo, since I don't really want to wash the thing every day.
BDF fixed the dishwasher last night (the handle had broken and it was impossible for anyone but him to open it), so I wanted to run some dishes today so I don't get too far behind. Nemo screamed for about, oh, 5 minutes straight, and that was all I could stand, so I put him in the Bjorn and carried him. I have incredibly short arms, so with him in the carrier, I did this weird sort of dance to stand sideways to rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher without squishing or soaking him. Plus he puked down my shirt.
Sunny took her diaper off when she was poopy again. At least I caught her quickly before she decided to finger paint with that.
Trout tried to cut a Rubbermaid tub open with safety scissors. It wasn't working, so she asked me why it wouldn't work. I'm afraid I just stared at her and blinked for a second, then asked her why she was trying it in the first place. I wish I had a user's manual for her brain.
Thank God she and Little Man are both going back to school tomorrow. I missed having my day off. I'm going to go sleep for as long as Nemo will let me.
The little shits. I love them to pieces.