Lest you think our life is full of rainbows and sunshine, clean kitchens and well manicured nails...
I wanted to share with you a bit of real talk about some of our real-life behind the scenes catastrophes lately ... take heart, we all have struggles. I just wish ours didn't involve so much shit.
Bellamy colored all over the white cabinets with a sharpie last week... For those of you who encounter this in the future, we used a dry erase marker to color over the sharpie (which felt SO wrong) and then wiped it off with a magic eraser. Strangely, this worked.
Driving home from family dinner a couple weeks ago, Baylor thought it'd be a great idea to put his chewed-up gum up his nose... just to see how it smells. This is different than shoving, say, a pea or a bean up your nose. Let's just say the kid was smelling spearmint for a solid week before we got it all out. Lesson learned? (probably not...)
We watched the two neighbor girls on Friday, which is usually so great. Well, I had a few errands to run so loaded up all 5 kids and headed to the mall. About 25 minutes into the drive, one of them decided she wasn't feeling well and immediately threw up ALL OVER my back seat. The older sister, whom I now know has an incredibly strong gag-reflex decided she also needed to throw up, so without hesitation, I dumped out my beach bag that was in the front seat, and threw it back to her. Needless to say, the beach bag is no longer.
We spent the weekend east of the mountains for a family wedding (about a 4 hour drive) and came home last night. A 4 hour road trip turned to 6 hours, between crazy traffic, and 3 pit-stops because nobody has any bladder control (Collin included). Bellamy's dress fell in the toilet at a rest stop (where's the bleach...?) and Winnie decided to poop in the last 45 minutes of the drive, and then wiggled her hand in there enough to get poop all over herself, her car seat, and her clothes. But wait, it gets better... she then proceeded to taste said poop. I looked in my rearview mirror, thought to myself, "who gave Winnie chocolate?!" and then went into immediate panic & shock. So I guess it can be said, that the third kid eats shit?
I can only wonder what's next?!
Hope your Monday is going better than our Sunday ;)