2020

If anyone would like to come over to see my nice clean house, feel free to drop by in the year 2020 (or maybe that's too optimistic...let's say 2030). Until then, if you drop by you can just expect to find some sort of disaster. That way, if it is only a moderate mess you can consider it a pleasant surprise.
Yesterday was quite the day for messes. I've been working this week on cleaning out closets & doing spring cleaning. As such, you might think that the house looks nice, but while I work on a bedroom closet, the girls proceed to the linen closet to make a fort.
Yesterday, after cleaning out all the dirty clothes from Ellie's drawers, I decided to do a quick load of laundry so I could put away all of her winter clothes for the season. As I was scrubbing a stain, Rachel came down the stairs wearing nothing but half a bottle of baby lotion and poop.
I (carefully) carried her upstairs and discovered the rest of the mess. She had taken off her diaper in Becca's room & I followed the "trail" (yes that means what you think) from there to her room where she had climbed up on her dresser, pulled all her diapers and wipes off her shelf, and proceeded to "wipe" aka smear herself with the rest of the package of wipes.
It took the better part of the morning to clean up that one.
Well, needless to say, the spring cleaning was put on hold.
By the time I was finished it was time for me to pick up Ellie, so I loaded the girls in the car & when we pulled back in the driveway I decided to make a quick trip to the store since everyone was already buckled.
I told the girls that if they could behave I would take them out to lunch.
Apparently that wasn't enough of an incentive, though because they acted like little monkeys the entire time. As we left the store I told them that we would be eating at home, when we hit a bump and (for some reason the bagger stuck a 2 liter bottle of soda in the child seat of the cart & didn't put up the seat flap) BOOM! the Root Beer dropped from the cart, landed on a metal corner of the cart and exploded all over me.
I somehow managed to load everyone in the car & drove home. When we pulled in the driveway, Ellie realized I was serious about not going out for lunch (as if I would have gone anyway being covered in soda) and threw a fit that lasted 20 minutes.

So, although I will try to appreciate every day...there was a little part of me that longed for the year 2020 yesterday :)