By the end of a long weekend dealing with two 3 yr olds by myself this is the scene
Kids are major scruff bags. Hair - all over the place with possible bits of meal in it. Clothing - if they are still wearing any they are covered in meal and crayon and possibly pee. Smell - everything smells of milk. The sofa, the kids, me, the cats. Not sure how since I am pretty sure we ran out of milk some time ago but there you are.
Space dynamics go all to shit too.
If I got to put something down I generally miss the surface. Hey! maybe that's where the smell of milk is coming from. Dropping all those milk bottles?
The washing that I did at the beginning of this weekend is still on the clothes horse. No chance of me getting to it. Besides, it needs to be washed again - it smells of milk.
The cats are just no-where to be seen. Just smelt. Old cat and old milk.
My husband walks through the door with trepidation. What will he find? What state will I be in?
"What the hell is that smell? Milk?"
I burst into tears.
Kids are major scruff bags. Hair - all over the place with possible bits of meal in it. Clothing - if they are still wearing any they are covered in meal and crayon and possibly pee. Smell - everything smells of milk. The sofa, the kids, me, the cats. Not sure how since I am pretty sure we ran out of milk some time ago but there you are.
Space dynamics go all to shit too.
If I got to put something down I generally miss the surface. Hey! maybe that's where the smell of milk is coming from. Dropping all those milk bottles?
The washing that I did at the beginning of this weekend is still on the clothes horse. No chance of me getting to it. Besides, it needs to be washed again - it smells of milk.
The cats are just no-where to be seen. Just smelt. Old cat and old milk.
My husband walks through the door with trepidation. What will he find? What state will I be in?
"What the hell is that smell? Milk?"
I burst into tears.
I am so happy it is not just me! I don't know how it all goes to hell so quickly. I had to stay up til 3 am cleaning up the fiasco as to not be humiliated when the speech therapist came for my 3 year old twins on Monday morning. Hope you got some rest. When did they say that it gets easier? LMAO!
ReplyDeleteKathy xoxo