Ahhhhh, the first day of school. Reminds me of that Office supply store’s commercial a few years ago, with dad dancing through the store and the kids trudging in his wake.
So, last night I baked. For the first time in MONTHS. And the cookies actually turned out pretty damn good. B left for the bus stop too early even AFTER BEING TOLD “your bus is later this year, you don’t have to leave till 0730”. Yeah, when I got up with Caelen, she was gone – that was at 0715. The dog woke up M, so I had a cranky 3 year old. Cae made it to the potty, but ended up piddling on the floor.
Skyping with D was pretty good. The connection sucked, but he was there and saw the little kids and was reluctant to hang up once it worked.
Then the fun started! And by fun I mean “F$%K why can’t I go back to bed?!” C was totally stubborn this morning. About EVERYTHING. While looking for his other shoe, I ended up kneeling in dog poop (yeah, no one under the age of 5 is completely potty trained. It blows hard) – good thing we’ve got baby wipes. And the dog actually looked remorseful when I said to her “bad dog. Baaaaaad dog.”
His shoe ended up being in the front room. So both kids are dressed, watching Nick Jr., and we’re waiting for the bus to get here. C’s already demanded a cookie, and M’s already sporting a band-aid on her face – she’s been picking, and band-aids make her stop. I’m actually dressed; M and I MAY walk to the park. Well, I’ll walk. She’s going to sit in her stroller. Cause my pants feel tight, I blame the stress-eating I’ve been doing since D went back to Germany.
And since there are sounds of distress and sheer pissery from the front room, I’m off like a prom dress, kiddies.