Sunday, September 2, 2012

Oh the places we will go...

 After a Summer of smooth sailing, reality hit.  Jess went back to work and I officially began my Monday/Tuesday baby sitting duties. I never made claims that having the three of them at the same time would be easy, peaceful or any other adjective that would translate to not needing some sort of miracle to survive.

The day started off calm.  One at a time, my precious angels awoke.  First Josh, then Jayden and finally Jaycee.  Each of them were groggy for a bit and were content to stare at the couch until the invisible shackles slumped from their shoulders and they could finally move.  I sat still and quietly much like a cage cleaner who gets locked in a cage of lethargic lions and is trying not to be noticed.

 

As if some imaginary gun shot in the air, they all scrabbled like rabbits.  The rest of the morning I spent chasing, looking for, scolding and spinning in circles.  Then Jaycee bolted for the bathroom.  She had to take her morning number 2.  As I was heading to check on her I see Jayden out of the corner of my eye, squatting with a red face and teary eyes behind the rocking chair.  Clearly she is also creating a work of art in her diaper.  As I head over to handle that, little Josh tugs on my leg.  I pick him up and quickly realize that he also answered natures call and has successful filled his diaper with foulness.

I take the baby to the changer table and we are followed by Jayden.  I lay him down and start to take his diaper off.  As I do this I see Jayden is trying to help me by removing her diaper as well.  Normally this isn't a probably except for the fact that she has a round brown ball about to roll out.  As if on cue, Jaycee begins to yell "I'm all done!" every 4 or 5 seconds.

I somehow manage to get everyone taken care of without getting poop on the walls and am already exhausted.  I look at the clock hoping it is close to 2:45 p.m. (when Jess gets off work) and let out an unintended groan when I see 8:22 a.m.

I realize how far out of my league I am when I have to confiscate Jayden's foam baseball bat after she went on a 4 minute long reign of terror hitting anything breathing in the head with it and after fighting a 10 month old for my bowl of cereal. I decide its time to cheat.  I throw them in the car and we hit the road.  Destination: unknown.

Part 2 to this story to follow...

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