"Manic Monday" ~ The Bangles

Allow me to take you on a tour of my morning:

I wake up this morning rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as my sweet husband descends down the stairs. It's 8am but my children have been up for at least an hour or more. As you can see there is no concept of sleeping in during summer vacation at my house. I sit up to greet the morning when I hear my husband's footsteps slow down and stop midway down the stairs. The sound of his footsteps are replaced by the slow repetitive chant of "no No NO NOOOO". I roll my eyes and climb out of bed to see my eldest cowering behind the banister and my youngest in tears with his little hand being firmly, yet lovingly head by CC. Once concluding they are alive and seemingly well I further survey the situation to see in the middle of my living room, on my beige carpet, the remnants of a bottle of Raspberry Chipotle Sauce. Let me add that it was a near FULL bottle of Raspberry Chipotle Sauce. Red Raspberries. Chipotle. Sauce. Carpet. Not only is my carpet sitting unwillingly under a pile of red goo it was my favorite sauce and the bottle is empty. Oh, and the room is beginning to take on a chipolte aroma. I now know why Scentsy doesn't make the scent Raspberry Chipotle Sauce. After wet vac, resolve, hot water and what I believe to be the silent prayers of my sons the carpet came clean. Although I make no promise if you ever sleep on the floor you won't have dreams of chipotle.

I decided to let bygones be bygones and take the kids to the library.
Why? Why?! Why?! Why?!
Am I a glutton for punishment? - Quite possibly.

The oldest roams around the library never picking up a book but determining that they all look "boring". The middle one waits ever so patiently on an over sized bean bag chair for the eldest to find a book and read to her. This, while I chase the little one from puzzle - to book - to computer - to rooms he shouldn't go to. It then seems as though they might possibly settle down and read a book together so I can have 5 lovely minutes to look at the books I so adore. I quietly leave the room and within minutes the little one is banging on the glass doors and the other two, only a foot away, are oblivious to his banging and screaming. A talent the rest of the library staff apparently does not have as they give me the "you re the worst mom in the world" stare.

Fine! I'll take the youngest with me to look at books. That seems like a compromise right? WRONG. The youngest deems the dewy decimal system obsolete and decides to enforce his own system on the library. His system consists of freeing the books from their vile imprisonment on the shelves and offering them liberation on the floors of the library. And, were that not enough, it is to be done with a loud exclamation of freedom as each book gains liberty.

I relent and go to gather the other two. As we come towards them the older one looks at me bewildered and asks with sincere amazement "how did he get out there"? I have no words. None.

I gather my lovely blessings up and go to make a quick stop at the grocery store. Why must I continue to delude myself with the idea that any stop at any store with three children could dare use the adjective "quick"? Why must I lie to myself?
What was intended to be a quick stop for a handful of things turns into a cart filled with pizza rolls and wheat crackers and things I no longer care to pay attention to. For all I know there could be cat food, bottles of wine and lighter fluid I gave up caring about 30 mins ago.
Just when I see the light at the end of the tunnel, when the promise of home and relaxation seem within my grasp the little one decides that a hot Texas day is the perfect time to protest car seats. With the car loaded and the promise of an AC home waiting for me, I am forced to wrangle my littlest blessing into a restraining seat. It is then I begin to wonder 'could not this restraining device be adapted for in home use?'

That was my morning.

Since then we made and cleaned up pizza rolls. Did you know they squish into toddler hair almost with the same staining power as Raspberry Chipotle sauce? Did you further know that using Resolve and hot water on a toddlers head is frowned upon?

Followed by nap.

I took that time to veg out for an hour. I just sat on the couch and stared. I may have blacked out for some time I'm not totally sure. I distinctly remember cuddling up in the fetal position rocking and sucking my thumb while humming 'Take Me Out to the Ball Game". That's pretty normal though right? Right?

Then I made some Enchilada casserole, a double batch of Zucchini bread. Now I sit here updating my blog while I just now hear the little one do his thud thud thud down the stairs no doubt hunting me down to further grace me with the joys of motherhood.