it's been one of THOSE days

I'm in the middle of an 8-sessions-in-10-days marathon, but life at home is equally as crazy. One of these days I will just learn to roll with it, to not let this little stuff get to me, but most days I collapse in exhaustion at just how much work it is to have three little kids and a full-time job.

The pictures here are of Everett, immediately after he fell face first into the dirt (approximately 30 minutes after his morning bath). Like the good photographer and bad mother I am, I ran to get my camera before so much as even wiping the dirt out of his EYELASHES. Possible corneal abrasion? No big deal, as long as I got a picture.

The day continued on it's insane path... next a session with an adorable one year old on this nearly 90 degree day... a trip to Costco to look for a new external hard drive (but they were out of the one I wanted, so I ended up with a churro and a Diet Coke instead). When I got home, there was "Tantrum: 2007" by Miller, who was beyond the point of hysteria and devastation that his 4 year old brother might delete his saved Pokemon game on the Gameboy. Then Mark headed off to work, which means I have the entire evening to run zone defense by myself. Did I mention I am out of wine? Well, I am.

I mistakenly thought that Miller's meltdown was going to be the highlight of the day, but the true pinnacle came when Gray insisted on going outside to ride his bike, and let the dog out in the process. Sally loves to take off, but so far has managed to not get her goofy, not-street-smart self hit by a car in the process. She goes from yard to yard, smelling the pee of all of the other neighborhood dogs. I instructed Miller to watch the two little ones while I tried to catch Sally, but Miller was apparently not interested in such mundane tasks and, while I am several houses down, mid-stride, I see my precious little 22 month old darting towards the street. By now our elderly British neighbor** has gotten in on the action, and is on dog duty (who by this point has disappeared) while I run to scoop up Everett from the middle of the road.

Anyone who has not birthed a baby but still would like to should stop reading NOW, because what I'm about to write is the dirty little secret of mothers everywhere. When you've had three 7-to-8 pound babies come out of your hoo-ha, your bladder control is not what it used to be, and in the midst of the madness of saving my baby from oncoming traffic and trying to round up the dog.... well, lets just say that whenever Mark sees a "Depends" commercial, he can never restrain himself from a quiet little chuckle/smartass comment about how I will need those some day.

It is now 9:00 pm. I have smashed banana smeared all over my clothes. The house is a wreck (the cleaning lady was just here YESTERDAY). And I peed my pants today. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

**Footnote: Aren't British accents the freaking BEST? I swear, you could have a peg leg and no teeth, but if you had a British accent I would practially give you my firstborn. And today? Today I DEFINITELY would have given you my firstborn.