So, seriously, sometimes it’s just plain funny…

1. Wake up, get ready.  Have to take kiddos in for flu shots at 8:30AM.

2. Exit bathroom, notice that both of the kids doors are open.  (please note that one-year-old is in crib)

3. Both are sitting in crib with big smiles on their faces.  I smile too, of course.

4. Lift kiddos from crib.

5. Start making breakfast, which constituted of eggs and toast with jelly.

6. Concurrently make lunches, which constituted of pb&j for Little Miss and me both.

7. Notice that we are sort of running behind.

8. Get breakfast plates on the table and gather the troops.  Troops eat breakfast.

9. Quickly grab a bite of jellied toast.

10. Sprint to laundry room to iron pants.

11. Gather preschool items and finish packing lunches.

12. Get clothes ready for kiddos.

13. Wash everyone up.  Little Buddy has insisted in a “don’t take it away or I’ll scream very loudly” way that he would like to hold the washrag.  I don’t argue.  My pleasure, take the washrag.

14. Start putting dishes by the sink (what, 10 seconds??).

15. Hear “slosh, slosh.”  I have found this to be a rather frightening sound with a one-year-old.

16. Quickly begin to head upstairs to be met by a one-year-old holding a washrag with two steady streams of water standing outside the bathroom door.  Quickly run up to chase a giggling little boy back into the bathroom.  Where would a one-year-old boy find readily accessible stash of water?  Yes, the toilet.  Grab rag, toss in bathtub, quickly remove jammies, wipe up the extremely wet floor, toss towel in bathtub, scoop up Little Buddy (whom is still quite content with himself) to be dressed.

17.  Look down at freshly ironed pants, entire bottoms fully saturated with nothing else but, well, toilet water.  Evaluate this briefly.  Check clock.  Wear the same jeans that I seem to wear everyday or wear an alternative VERY wrinkled pair of pants?  Who am I kidding?  Proceed – the toilet water soaked pants will dry.

18. Dress all, gather all, load all, head to the dr. office.

19. Arrive, play, go to room.  Nurse comes in.  Tension has risen.  Lots of tears.  No needle in site.  Only finished paperwork.  Little Buddy continues to entertain himself by climbing up and down the chair.

20. Second nurse comes in to see if first nurse needs any help (not a good sign).  Let’s just say that the chances are very high that the decibel level may have been risen somewhat.

21. Shots complete.  Of course, lots of tears, lots of hugs.  (In all honesty, I was so very proud of both of them.)

22.  Make next appointment.  Visit with receptionist and nurses.  (I adore our pediatrician’s office.)

23. Move the troops out.

24. Load up in car.

25. Start car.  Pull visor down to look in mirror.  Need to evaluate the damage.

26.  Highlight – notice jelly on lip.  See number 9.

Funny thing, I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

While I’m here, thought I would share a few more from this session…

I guess sometimes the wind ISN’T so bad…love this one!