So after creating my blog last night, I was so excited about the things I was going to write and how I was going to inspire so many people. I refrained from writing another post right away because I did not think it was appropriate blog etiquette...
As always, life had different plans......
I woke up to the yells of "poop, mommy poop" and immediate panic set in. In my house, you never know what you are going to get when you hear the word poop or any other variation of it. I sprang from my bed and ran down the hall to find my 3 oldest boys Laughing and pointing.... now the anxiety has kicked up a notch! I peer into the room of my youngest son. He is 21 months and very spirited but standing in the corner, I see a naked little boy, looking very timid and sheepish. Of course what caught my eye next was a disaster at best.... Poop.... and it was everywhere! Walls, the door, the bed, the toys, the carpet and of course, head to toe, all over the sheepish looking little boy. Now mind you, this would never happen when my superhero mentioned in the above post was functional and able to help... nope! He had crawled in just hours before so he was in a deep sleep, not to be disturbed. What a mess!!! To draw on the positives however, The carpets now look fantastic, the walls and door needed a good scrub, there is a load of laundry in and the sheepish little boy has had his bath... all before 9:30. I would call that a productive morning.
Ending there would make things boring! I thrive on Chaos... In following with the poop theme, I followed my bulldog outside to remove his poop from the neighbors lawn where he routinely loves to leave his presents! I left the door slightly open on this very cold day (-17 ) as I intended to run in and out, I am after all only in capri's and a hoodie. It is very important to mention that I had just turned on Star Wars in the basement for the 3 oldest boys, you will understand why in a moment. Just as I got to the bottom step, the door slammed behind me, all at the hands of the previously mentioned, sheepish looking little boy. This does not concern me at all as he does this often. I quickly picked up after the dog and ran to get into the house, I am freezing already! I slam into the door as it does not open as expected, the door is locked and the sheepish looking little boy is peering out at me through the window. I begin ringing the doorbell and kicking the door in hopes of rousing my "not to be disturbed" superhero but in all honesty, I know I could drop a brick on his head and he would not move. What I have succeed in doing is upsetting my sheepish little man and he is now sobbing uncontrollably. Of course, the 3 oldest, mesmerized by Star Wars in the basement think nothing of ignoring the incessant ringing of the doorbell. I run to the neighbors house in hopes that I can call and wake up sleeping beauty, of course he does not answer. Knowing that he cannot fully ignore the phone, I dash back to the house and start ringing the doorbell and kicking the door... there is still a sobbing baby in the hallway.... I am hoping that somewhere in the depths of his slumber, my superhero will realize something is not right. After a few minutes, a very groggy, frowning superhero, in his underwear, unlocks the door and marches back up the stairs without a word... MY HERO, I am finally warm!!!
Now here I am, sitting on my couch sharing my adventure. I have a little boy curled in my lap as he is still upset. The kettle is on so I can have a warm cup of tea... Yup, just a typical Sunday at my house!!! I think I will go get a key cut for the neighbor.....
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