Alone for the day - Bryan's football season is starting this weekend - I had a crazy day.
Birthday party at 2pm, dinner hour dealing with Wade on a sugar high, and the 4th load of laundry sitting on the couch waiting to be folded was just too much overload for me.
I had to do dinner dishes, wash the ones that don't fit into the diswasher, bathe the kids (not Paige, no time), straighten up the blankets and toys that managed to fall to the floor (not to mention the whole house looks like a tornado hit it) and attempt to get the kids in bed at a decent hour since nobody took a nap.
Poor Paige was in the exersaucer playthingie and she was CRYING and CRYING. But I KNEW it was because she was wanting to go to sleep... but I wanted to...
... first put away the pants that I had left sitting on the couch.
... finish stacking the sippy cups into the dishwasher.
...move the 5th load of laundry from the washer to the dryer.
...make popcorn for the kids' snack.
...wipe down the two table that managed to get dirty during dinner.
...pick up the puzzle the Wade threw about his room.
...yell at the girls to please dry themselves before they get into PJs.
...get Wade into his PJs.
...wipe up the mac and cheese that fell to the floor under the table.
Meanwhile the baby is going nuts.
I'm thinking to myself... 'All I want is to get into my own PJs.'
So when I was in the master bedroom, putting away towels... I took a 2 minute shower - serenaded by my crying daughter in the other room
By the time I rushed out... I saw the photo I'm posting.
I felt SO bad that I chose my own shower over her going to bed... but not bad enough that I didn't get a photo first, right?
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