Serenity NOW!

Yesterday...was... tricky. Some highlights of the chaos were as follows.

Kaleb and Gabby were racing little toddler riding toys down the neighbors driveway. Simple enough for those two risk seekers. Kaia decided to give it a whirl. Gabby encouraged her to ride on her own toy, as opposed to sharing with her or Kaleb.  Kaia hesitantly agreed. Big mistake. She took an akward, bruising tumble.  She went primal on Gabby, denouncing her in the middle of the street, while sobbing and moaning. "Gabby MADE me go alone! You IDOIT!!"  Not Kaia's finest moment.(and moments like that are very rare for her) So, ofcourse with both girls screaming , Kaleb has to join in with the mindless screaming; at this point, I just had to call the game, and herd them all in weeping, scowling, and dragging their crap. If any of our young, single neighbors had any trepidations about having children, before they witnessed this scene... I'm sure they closed the book on the issue, afterwards.

The mechanical dancing Santa broke in half at the torso, which made dancing difficult. Kaleb and Penny couldn't accept this, as they had been rocking out with this charming 49er Santa for quite some time.They continued to bring me detached arms, batteries, and other pieces, so I could fix him...so they could break him...again..and again. Each time he broke, Kaleb fell apart, like he had no clue it was going to happen.

All the while, Kaia was having trouble concentrating on her math.  "What's 8 + 5?!!!" she is demanding from me, across the house.

Kaleb had the gall to plunge into Gabby's bed...pantsless...bigboywearless.  Reprehensible!! He got a swift slap to the head. Lots of violence going around.

Penny did a face plant of the kitchen table chair, onto the stone tile floor. Lip bleeding mildly in two spots.  It probably shaved off a year of my life, in stress alone. "My...Mout...uuts!"

Gabby is expected to clean up her fort DISASTER... How dare I! Apparently, she thinks that she lives in a universe where people can go around making whatever kind of fort they like, using everyone else's stuff for building material, and then..just leave the forts up and running, as if they are being displayed in a fancy fort museum.

The crappy computer craps out on me, half way through my dinner recipe, and I have to wing it. Not my specialty. 

I really had to go number 1, and ironically, I really needed to drink some water...although time was not allowing me either of those luxeries.  

The laundry beast was everywhere. Clean clothes all over the couch and in laundry baskets.  Dirty clothes and gross, wet towels in random piles throughout the kitchen and hallway. To top it all off...my absolute favorite thing...the floor was DISGUSTING. 

Then, I way oversteamed the broccoli. I could make pudding out of it.

Oh! Fantastic! I find Penny playing with a battery and a butter knife!

Did I mention that she had been wearing the same pale yellow, fuzzy footsie pjs all day.  They had collected about 25 different stains on the front of them, in addition to a pelt of dog hair.( the downside to fuzzy baby pjs)  This scenario puts me right at ease.

I will say this.. the house smelled like a christmas tree, which helped.

(Pictures to come)