TheMommyBlog

It was just one of those days. A Saturday. Chores. Go down the list. Trim the hedges. Water the plants. Do the laundry. Power wash the house. Prep it for painting. Go to Home Depot. Buy the 7th and 8th quarts of paint in an effort to pick a @#$^&* accent color for the doors. Tear out the junipers. Oh, and take care of the children.

By the end of the day, after evaluating the mess inside and outside the house, and determining that no matter how much we both wanted to get the hell out of dodge and eat almost any where else, we just could not survive a restaurant meal with three dirty, napless children. So I cooked. Most of the time with Daphne in a puddle on the floor, sobbing and clutching my ankles. Dylan ran around the house, naked from the waist down, coated with a veneer of glossy sugar and dye from the gobstopper/gumball he fished out of god knows what drawer. Logan sulked at even having to sit near us at dinnertime.

I feel like a jerk for even sitting here. Gil has the 80’s music channel blaring out of our TV, and Dylan is screaming, Daphne is trying to wriggle off the changing table and out of her jammies, Logan is avoiding the toothbrush, and we are both losing spinal matter by the minute. There’s a fine sort of hell shaping up at the Roberts home.

Upside down and round and round--Upside down, boy you turn me, inside out and round and round

--where is that coming from??? Flashback--gotta go dance with my little ‘uns!