As my dear husband returned home and surveyed the scene—me, our children, and the state of our home—he was understandably taken aback. We were in a state of disarray, more than usual, to say the least. With wide eyes and a tone of disbelief, he gently questioned, “Sweetheart, what happened here? What exactly did you do today?”
Oh, bless him. I appreciate his concern, but I couldn’t help but respond. I didn’t want to be dismissive or leave out any details, so I told him: “You’re right, my love. I’m still trying to process the whirlwind that has been my day. It feels like I’m still reeling from the last nine hours since you left for work. Who am I kidding? It’s probably the last eight years of riding this wild rollercoaster that keeps me hanging on by a very thin thread.”
So where do I even begin? Should I recount the day chronologically or start with the most chaotic moments? Perhaps it would make sense to recount the events backwards from the catastrophic end of the day, praying I wouldn’t lose my patience with the children before you walked in.
Let’s Start with the Toilet Incident
While I was busy unclogging the toilet—thanks to our daughter’s enthusiastic use of toilet paper—I heard a strange noise coming from the playroom. No need to panic; it was just one of the children’s balloons that had once again become entangled in the ceiling fan for the seventh time in two days. I’ll get to that when I can find the step stool, all while hoping the kids won’t turn the fan back on, as they did last time.
As I attempted to prepare lunch consisting of mac and cheese and peanut butter sandwiches, our son decided to open a new bag of Goldfish in the den. By “open,” I mean he managed to explode it all over the room. While I swept some of the mess up, the mac and cheese boiled over, and, thankfully, the baby wasn’t burned by the boiling water—though chewing on my phone charger while plugged in wasn’t the safest alternative.
Just as I was serving lunch, the kids decided to throw my neatly folded sheets and towels across the floor, which already had dog hair from picking lice out of the girls’ hair. I had only four loads of laundry left to tackle today, but now it seems I’m facing seven or eight loads as I must redo everything previously washed in hot water.
Picking Nits and Sneaking Breaks
Speaking of the girls, I spent my morning picking out 50 or so nits from their hair. Maybe after the baby takes her nap, if she cooperates, I can sneak in some more nit-picking during what is usually my “bathroom break.” But, of course, I won’t really need to go. I’ll likely get my chance to sneak away while they devour dinner, which will require cleaning up just minutes after they’re done.
In terms of cleanliness, I’ve swept the wood floors three times today, though you wouldn’t know it by looking at them; remnants of crushed Nutri-Grain bars and Cheerios from breakfast are still scattered about. I decided to finally get dressed for the day while the baby had fun tossing Cheerios. But, of course, the moment I thought I could feel good about myself, she had a diaper leak that left me in quite the mess.
Forget about showers or looking presentable. At this rate, I might look like a normal person again in four years. I managed to get our son to kindergarten camp with only thirty seconds to spare, and while I took the girls to the store for essentials, I realized too late that one daughter was only in her underwear and the other was without shoes. Who needs clothes or shoes anyway?
The Chaos Continues
As the day continued, my double vision morphed into triple vision as my headache intensified. No one napped, the dog escaped, and while I took a precious moment to untangle the balloon from the fan, the baby crawled out of her walker and started climbing the stairs, ultimately falling down them. I handled the situation, icing her little bump, but then two of the kids decided to sneak outside with shampoo, turning it into a game of “let’s see how much we can squirt on each other to drive Mommy crazy.” Adorable, right?
Despite my culinary ineptitude, I attempted to cook dinner and put chicken in the oven. Of course, something at the bottom of the oven began to burn, filling the house with smoke and triggering the fire alarms, which sent the kids into a panic. Our concerned neighbor came over to check on us while I was, quite literally, in my bra and underwear, having changed after our earlier mishap. Let’s just say, our neighbor and I will never look at each other the same way again.
So, What Did I Do Today?
(Cue laughter through tears). Oh, sweetheart, I dare you to ask me again.
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