It's 7:00 p.m.
Hubby's still working, dinner's been fed. I hand out instructions:
"Reagan, time for PJ's!", "Ethan, go potty and wash up!"
They do this every night, but tonight is different. About 1-2 times a week I do it all by myself at night. They know I am alone, the ratio, at 5:1, is completely unfair.
The babies are a MESS, and they are crabby. Bedtime is 7 on the dot, and every second past 7 Joel gets more and more nasty. He likes his sleep. I grab the washcloth and begin the process of washing their faces.
It's quiet upstairs.
In a panic, I yell…."Are you OK up there???" The reply, "Yes Mommy! We are brushing our teeth!!!" Relief floods the body, and I continue my work.
Finally I have Joel upstairs. I see that Reagan is still not dressed, but this is usual….it takes her forever to get ready. I remind her that it's almost game time, and she needs to get dressed before we play "Go Fish". I hear Ethan's toothbrush running, so I assume that he's brushing.
Addison is in overload mode when I get to her. She's beyond exhausted, and is saying "ALL DONE! ALL DONE!" Addie always says this when she's had enough of anything. I quickly dress her and whisk her up to her crib. Laney is happy, so I decide to keep her up for one on one time.
I go to get the kids for game time……
I walk near the bathroom and I hear gasping, "Oh no Buddy, she's coming…..get the towel!"
My stomach hits the floor. We JUST re-did this bathroom. It's one of the only nice things in our house.
I walk in to see that Ethan, who has a water obsession, dumped a cup of water on the floor so that he could play with a toy boat.
Reagan dumped all of the wet bath toys on the floor, and took all of the battery operated toothbrushes out of the holders and turned them on….for fun? Which explains why I heard the toothbrushes going.
Ethan had painted his belly with Avon Bath Paint, and put his PJ's on over top. Reagan thought it was the height of hilarity to give herself a green foam beard using Pampers Foaming Hand Soap.
I was in so much horror that I forgot to take one of my famous, you-are-in-so-much-trouble-now-pose-for-the-camera pictures.
We did not play "Go Fish."
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There is no union rule stronger than the union that siblings have that says "We are one when it comes to overcoming the adult in charge" My four of various ages might not work together harmoniously unless it was in taking me out! Enjoyed!
Ah yes…. I have had those moments and I only have three. That feeling of being out numbered and just waiting for it all to go wrong…. but hey – at least we can blog about it!