Sometimes I don't get it.

I bought Laurel a dress at Target for $4. Its green. She is supposed to wear green on Tuesday so she can show her enthusiasm for St. Patricks Day. She doesn't have anything green. She likes pink. I was not so sure she would like this dress, let alone wear something not pink. But it was $4 so I bought it.
I came home and left the bag on the floor.
Laurel discovered the bag.

" What is this?"

" Thats your green dress for St. Patricks Day!" I explained enthusiastically, hoping she would be fooled by my enthusiasm into thinking this is one awesome dress.

There was no fooling needed. Laurel loves this dress.

" Can I wear it now?"

Well, not now because you are going to wear it on Tuesday.

" I LOVE it. I will be so pretty. I will wear it outside...like a horse".

Um... What?

" I will wear it outside like a horse".

"Um, OK honey".

I'm not going to argue this since she wants to wear it. But I don't really understand.

Not In The Mood

There are days when I am just not in the mood. Like today.

I am not in the mood.

I got up and ignored my sore throat and ignored my cough as I prepared four lunches. I made sure 4 children had clothes and were wearing them. I tried to find four pairs of shoes that matched. At 8:00 am everyone pooped. Why? I have no idea. But I needed to change diapers and set aside the shoe quest.

I still was not dressed and clearly did not have time to shower since I was supposed to be leaving the house right now. So I quickly got dressed and grabbed my keys. But I didn't actually grab my keys because I could not find them. I could not find them anywhere.

Holden helped me look in all the usual spots where keys appear. Not there. I gave up and went to grab the spare car keys. Not there. They were on Jeff's desk, which is not where we keep the spare car key, but apparently where Jeff keeps the spare car key.

We exited the house through the back door, and faced the horrendous mess the raccoons had left in the wake of their saturnalian garbage extravaganza.

Finally we were on our way and Holden would be 15 minutes late to school. I brought Holden into his classroom and then I took Griffin and Laurel along with me on the walk of shame to the office so I could let them know that Holden was at school.

I loaded Griffin and Laurel back into the car and headed over to Daycare. On the way out of the car Griffin jumped into a puddle, splashing car oil and filth water up my leg to the knee.

I went back home to see if I could try to find my keys. They were sitting on Holden's desk chair. Where I keep them.

My life is rife with little luxuries and I am always jetting off somewhere. I jetted off to Petco for cat litter and Trader Joe's so I could buy Mighty Bites and hamburger buns. Normally I'd make buns, but I just didn't feel like it. Then I jetted back home to meet Oliver's bus, pick up Holden, then pick up Griffin and Laurel.

While I was out picking up Holden and Griffin and Laurel the cat ate the hamburger buns.

I Drawed

Laurel got a princess lap desk for her birthday. She LOVED it. Her big brothers have their own desks, and now that she is three, and all grown up, she has her very own desk like a big girl.
Laurel was proud of her new desk. Very proud.

This is what I did not know: Laurel took her special big girl lap desk with her when she went down for her nap.

This is what I learned: Laurel had her princess big girl desk with her when she was unsupervised in her room.

Laurel and Griffin went down for their naps. As always, there was a lot of giggling and commotion before the eventual silence. As always, I ignored the sounds.

Once Laurel and Griffin had quieted I busied myself with whatever thankless tasks I busy myself with during their nap time.

Eventually I heard the rustling and commotion of wakeful children. I opened their door and was met the magic marker... EVERYWHERE.

The marker was on Laurel, on her shirt, on her sheets, on her blanket, on her hands and face. She had been very busy during nap time.

" Laurel! What did you do??"

" Griffin did this." Laurel calmly explained.

She then turned to Griffin and said " You tell her what you did."

Griffin, who was not covered in marker, jovially turned to me and said " I drawed, Mommy".

Um... No you didn't, Laurel did.

I fear the teenage years.