So, I feel the need to be real for a moment. Not that all the great, fun things I share aren't real moments either, but for the sake of my own memory and any other moms of small children possibly reading this I feel the need to share what life is like in this House of (Small) Boys.
It's wild. As in, bouncing on the couch and chairs and jumping from one to another wild. As in, constantly climbing on the cabinetry wild. As in, running around like banshees with colanders on the head and wooden spoons in hand wild. As in, gathering all the pillows and couch cushions in the house and making a pile to jump in wild. As in, this all happens in the span of 10 minutes wild.
I had good intentions of taking the boys to a local mini-golf place this morning. After all, it is Spring Break, and we should be doing fun things every day, right? Ha. We have been sleeping later than normal (thank you, time change, for making that possible this week) and being a lot less structured in our days. Well, the morning started out with Toben climbing out of his bed and undressing, then pottying on his floor. Cleanup on Aisle 3 at about 8:10am. One load of laundry was begun, and Caleb and Logan were awake shortly after. After settling the boys with a cartoon in our room, I hopped into the shower for a quick cleanup of myself, as it's been since Tuesday night since I last showered. Out to the kitchen to fix breakfast (and a cup of coffee for myself) with a wet head. While trying to fix breakfast (cinnamon rolls), Toben opened the fridge and as quick as lightning spilled my favorite coffee creamer all over the floor in the kitchen. Cleanup on Aisle 2. Back to fixing cinnamon rolls. It's now 9:20am. Pulled Logan down off of the kitchen countertop. Pulled Toben out of the fridge again. Put the cinnamon rolls in the oven, finally. Break up a fight between two boys, calm a crying child and put another one in time-out. Pull the rolls out of the oven. It's now 9:45. Let's eat! Logan spills milk on the table and himself. Cleanup on Aisle 1. Bring Toben back to the table so that he doesn't get sticky cinnamon rolls all over the couch. Clean up the table and boys after breakfast -- thankfully, Caleb helps me with this. Send Caleb to get dressed, make his bed and brush his teeth. Re-heat my coffee. Chase a naked Logan around the house to try to put clothes on him, and reprimand him for stripping down and sitting naked on the couch. It's now about 10:15am. Send Logan to brush his teeth while getting Toben out of Caleb's bathroom, where he's flooded the sink while I was dressing Logan. Cleanup, again. Wrestle Toben to dress him. It's now 10:45am.
As you've figured out, we didn't go to play mini-golf. I, however, need a nap. And a hairdresser. This head is out of control. Oh, the irony.
Instead, we did load up and go to one of our neighborhood parks for about an hour before coming home for a late lunch. It was a good release for all of us -- we all needed space to run, jump, climb, and (for me) breathe. It's easy for me to feel incredibly overwhelmed with these three busy boys, not to mention keeping up with the house and a small business.
I did remember the laundry after returning. Right now, the dryer is running to hopefully get Toben's favorite lovey, Monkey, dry enough for nap time.
And now, as a treat for finishing this ever-so-exciting diatribe, some photos from the morning. Enjoy.
2 comments:
I laughed all the way through this post - only because I feel like I've had many days like this lately. I only have one kiddo at home, but somehow between my forgetful mind, the dog, and a crawling baby, things pop up that I did not expect. I'm learning to love even those moments - won't those be the ones we remember? I can just picture you telling the story of your favorite coffee creamer spilling 20 years from now ...
I thought I commented on this last week! I must have gotten distracted. :)
I like these real moments. Everyone has them (and with three boys, you probably have a few more than I do each day), and it's encouraging to hear about them from other people. (Though I will admit that this scares me just a little since this is a little foreshadowing for me.)
I agree with Jen - moments like these are going to be the ones we remember. I'm sure we'll laugh about them someday.
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