Rosebud Wears Me Out
7:15am -- She has peed through her diaper all over the bed.
7:30 -- I change her sheets
7:50 -- She demands to get back in her bed with Turtle to play with their "softies" (sheepskins) and dolls. She's in underwear. I wonder briefly if this is a good idea.
7:55 -- She pees in her bed again.
8:00 -- I strip her bed. There aren't any more clean sheets, so . . .
8:05 -- I start a load of laundry
8:10 -- I get her clean underwear
8:20 -- She wants to wash her hands. She gets her clothes soaking wet.
8:30 -- I change her into dry clothes.
8:40 -- Breakfast-time. She twice dumps a glass of berry smoothie everywhere.
9:00 -- She poops in her underwear.
9:01 -- I clean her up, rinse out her underwear and get her clean pants.
9:15 -- She commences throwing marbles -- about 20 -- all over the room. They scatter and roll EVERY.WHERE.
9:16 -- We pick them up, one by one. 5 are missing. Who cares. The marbles get taken away.
9:25 -- She climbing on the dining room table and stars wrecking Turtle's puzzles. I remove her. Three times.
9:55 -- She asks for the work that involves spooning split peas. Why didn't I know better?
9:56 -- As she starts, she pees on the chair, and the floor.
9:57 -- She carries her underwear to the pail, and I make her wipe the floor with me. She gets her fourth pair of undwear for the day.
10:00 -- She starts spooning again.
10:01 -- The split peas get dumped onto the tray.
10:02 -- The split peas get dumped onto the table.
10:03 -- She gets a broom and dustpan and sweeps the peas to the floor.
10:04 -- I help her sweep them from the floor to the dustpan. On the way to the trash can, they all slide off the dustpan onto the floor.
10:05 -- I make her leave and I finish sweeping by myself.
10:07 -- She's climbing on the windowsill poking at a sluggish fly.
10:08 -- I remove said fly, plus two dead others she has discovered by the screens of the open windows.
10:09 -- I put a movie on because I need a break. :) Ahhhhh . . .
Some days are so difficult, you almost just have to laugh at your life or you would go crazy. . . and then you have to blog about those days so that other people can laugh at your life too.
Happy Wednesday, everybody! :)
7:30 -- I change her sheets
7:50 -- She demands to get back in her bed with Turtle to play with their "softies" (sheepskins) and dolls. She's in underwear. I wonder briefly if this is a good idea.
7:55 -- She pees in her bed again.
8:00 -- I strip her bed. There aren't any more clean sheets, so . . .
8:05 -- I start a load of laundry
8:10 -- I get her clean underwear
8:20 -- She wants to wash her hands. She gets her clothes soaking wet.
8:30 -- I change her into dry clothes.
8:40 -- Breakfast-time. She twice dumps a glass of berry smoothie everywhere.
9:00 -- She poops in her underwear.
9:01 -- I clean her up, rinse out her underwear and get her clean pants.
9:15 -- She commences throwing marbles -- about 20 -- all over the room. They scatter and roll EVERY.WHERE.
9:16 -- We pick them up, one by one. 5 are missing. Who cares. The marbles get taken away.
9:25 -- She climbing on the dining room table and stars wrecking Turtle's puzzles. I remove her. Three times.
9:55 -- She asks for the work that involves spooning split peas. Why didn't I know better?
9:56 -- As she starts, she pees on the chair, and the floor.
9:57 -- She carries her underwear to the pail, and I make her wipe the floor with me. She gets her fourth pair of undwear for the day.
10:00 -- She starts spooning again.
10:01 -- The split peas get dumped onto the tray.
10:02 -- The split peas get dumped onto the table.
10:03 -- She gets a broom and dustpan and sweeps the peas to the floor.
10:04 -- I help her sweep them from the floor to the dustpan. On the way to the trash can, they all slide off the dustpan onto the floor.
10:05 -- I make her leave and I finish sweeping by myself.
10:07 -- She's climbing on the windowsill poking at a sluggish fly.
10:08 -- I remove said fly, plus two dead others she has discovered by the screens of the open windows.
10:09 -- I put a movie on because I need a break. :) Ahhhhh . . .
Some days are so difficult, you almost just have to laugh at your life or you would go crazy. . . and then you have to blog about those days so that other people can laugh at your life too.
Happy Wednesday, everybody! :)
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