Before I shower each morning I feed the baby in the den while the boys watch a movie. He finished and I was enjoying just cuddling when suspicious noises started coming from his diaper. That was fine. It happens... But the smell was strong, which usually means one thing. Yep, up the back. Lovely.
I changed the baby and took my shower while leaving them all to be entertained by James P. Sullivan and Mike Wazowski. I was informed after my much needed shower that the dog had eaten the $11 leather pacifier clip that finally came in the mail after two weeks from Etsy.
My boys' new favorite breakfast is French Toast. They want it every day. Most days I don't mind making it. Today, however, I didn't have bread. Not enough for four boys, anyways. So here's the dilemma: only two like oatmeal, and only two like eggs. I've always said I wasn't going to make my kids special meals but I was feeling generous at the moment. So, I made two breakfasts.
Well, I was trying to pay attention to two breakfasts on the stove when someone pulled out a bag of crushed pecans or cashews or something from the pantry and spilled them all over the floor. Of course. The twins were sitting there eating them, but a good mother wouldn't let her kids eat mysterious nuts off the floor, so I swept it up into the dustpan.
The garbage was over flowing, so it had to be taken out before dumping them into it, or the mess would get worse. Normally, this is Logan's job but he just sets it right outside the door, and the dog's been tearing it apart lately, so today it was mine. While I was taking it out I instructed Logan to turn off the movie and get into the kitchen. It was the one time he couldn't find the remote, so this simple task took about 7 minutes. Russell's job is putting in a new garbage bag. Today he couldn't find the open end, so that took forever, as well. All the while I'm waiting to throw out egg shells and a dustpan full of nuts.
We finally got that all taken care of, and now the boys are bugging me about their breakfasts. One doesn't want the "yellow eggs" (yolk). The other wants ketchup. Then I realize I forgot to add sugar to the oatmeal and salt to the eggs.
I actually got everyone's breakfast finished, plated, and in front of them. Phew. I started on my own breakfast. I make myself a Shakeology shake every day. It's easy, super nutritious, and requires no extra thinking. I went to put the ice in and of course the ice maker didn't make a ton of ice. I reached in, and grabbed the strip of ice from the top and three pieces fell to the ground, shattered into tiny pieces, and scattered to various and sundry places throughout my house to be found later by my feet because there's nothing better than wet, cold socks.
Common sense would say to make half of what I would normally make of each. So, that's what I did. Well everyone finished their breakfast and begged for more. "Well, there IS NO MORRRREEEE!!!" I said as lovingly and sweetly as possible, given the current situation.
So today we cancelled school. If we lived in the south, our 1 inch of snow would make it a snow day, so we're taking it. Oh, and we're having a Pixar marathon. For mommy's sanity, and the safety of the children.
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