My morning started off with the fresh smell of puke wafting under my door. Upon discovering that Breanne had spewed a puke bomb from the top bunk at some point last night, I went to work scrubbing it up while pleading with Bre to please tell me immediately after such events occur in the future. It took me a good 40 minutes to get every last drop of crusted regurgitated pizza and as I was doing so, Abe came in to declare that he hated school and never wanted to go again. OKAY, where did that come? So now I’m scrubbing puke off the floor while putting all my mental effort into dissuading Abe from his newfound decision. Apparently he would much rather stay home and play with the girls all day than get dressed, walk to school, and be taught fun and interesting things with all the other 6 year olds in our neighborhood. Hey, I don’t blame him; some days I’d rather play all day and have no responsibilities too. In the middle of our discussion the girls interrupted to notify me that they needed baths so I filled the tub while continuing my in-depth discussion with Abe.
With the girls now playing peacefully in the tub, I went back to work scrubbing puke shrapnel off the sides of the furniture and bunk bed. Haven’t I learned in my 6+ years as a Mother that quiet kids are almost assuredly making trouble? As I went to check on the girls in the tub I saw water creeping out the door and a large pool of bath water little Ali had been so innocently dumbing from the tub. I was about to snap when I realized Aaron would be back from his run in 5 minutes just in time for me to walk Abe (who was now begrudgingly dressing himself) to school. I hurried and got my running clothes and shoes on while Aaron walked in the door to the scene of four towels on the bathroom floor, a screaming, naked two year old in time out in her puke smelling room, and a sick four year old still relaxing in the tub. I cannot tell you how happy I was to leave and walk Abe the peaceful half mile to school. Abe had finally worked through his mental block and was back on board with going to school (thank goodness). I was happy to be out in the fresh, albeit windy, air for my morning run. Upon my return Aaron had cleaned up the girls and they were dressed and ready to leave for Ali’s 9:15 a.m. parent-tot gymnastics class. I showered, dressed, heated up a slice of left-over pizza from last night, and while driving to gymnastics, ended up giving my pizza to Ali who was apparently starving. After gymnastics we had a girls “brunch” at the Danish Pastry Shop right next door to the Little Gym. Veggie quiche and a strawberry rhubarb tart capped the morning off perfectly.