I will be on time to pick up the boyz from the babysitter's, swooping in with kisses and hugs in my kicky red heels and the boyz will respond with eagerness and excitement over Mommy picking them up instead of Daddy (who's
I'm late. I'm wearing sneakers, not fashionable heels, with my work clothes, so I can scurry from work to catch the train. Thus, I look like a coffee shop waitress instead of an executive. It's hot, my hair is frizzed and I'm wiping drool from my chin because I fall asleep on the train on the way home and almost miss my stop.
The boyz ask, "But where's Daddy?" repeatedly as I make my not-so-grand entrance. They're tired and hungry.
We get home to the Trenches, entering in orderly fashion, backpacks and shoes placed properly where they belong. The boyz play nicely together while I prepare a nutritious dinner.
I stop at McD's drive-thru. Everyone scurries in the house, backpacks and shoes dropped haphazardly in the kitchen and the TV is immediately blaring Nickelodeon.
I am able to squeeze in a 30 minute DVD workout (I'm on Day 10/Level 1 of the Shred!) before eating my McD's salad and administering baths.
I wolf down some cold french fries. And the "crust" of Middle's cheeseburger. (Yes, I'm fully aware that a round cheeseburger has no crust. But try telling that to a 4-year old.) I pop in the DVD. Eldest and Baby decide to play football right next to me, which becomes ON TOP OF ME as I'm doing situps. Middle complains of a bellyache. And then poops. I press stop in order to wipe his butt. Middle and Baby fight. I continue my workout. Eldest wants more milk. I press stop in order to refill drinks. I continue my workout. Baby needs more ketchup. I press stop.
A shower for Eldest, and a nice warm bubble bath for Middle and Baby. Shampoos, ears cleaned, fingernails trimmed. Pajamas on, teeth brushed, and storytime for all 3 on Mommy's bed. Wishes of sweet dreams and they're tucked into bed for the night.
Eldest and Baby take a bubble bath together and fight over toys. Middle takes a shower and slips and falls and bonks his head. No shampoos, no scrubbing. I do manage to remind them to wash their faces as the water is draining. Pajamas are on, and it's back downstairs. Daddy comes home and is greeted with excited squeals of "Daddy, you're home! We missed you!" as he trips over the backpacks and shoes in his path.
30 minutes later, it's bedtime, amidst loud vocal protests. No teeth are brushed in the process.
*sigh* So how was YOUR Monday night??