Khalid came running to my room this morning, “Momma, I need a tissue.”
(I’ve heard this one before.)
“Khalid, what happened?”
“In the kitchen.”
In the kitchen Khalid had poured himself a glass of juice all over the floor and Musfira seized the opportunity to crawl into it and have a seat. So not only was her diaper dirty, but now it was high in Vitamin C.
So we cleaned up the floor, cleaned up the baby, set out breakfasts, and I embarked on the never ending quest to keep the house within regulation standards for HSE. Somewhere in the middle of laundry my Supervisor called needing to vent about what was happening at today’s staff meeting, and then Musfira needed a nap, so I put her down for one and went back to the dishes.
But then I remembered that Khalid’s blanket had been hanging in the sun since yesterday, so I went out to retrieve it and hung out some more sheets, since last night Khalid snuck out of his bed and into mine, which he then wet. So I have two blankets and two sheet sets in the process of being de-pee-peed.
And I’m selling off some baby items and a large carpet, so I needed to take a picture of the carpet, but it was halfway obscured with the kids’ bunk bed, so I rearranged the children’s bedroom so the carpet could be accessible completely if the guy interested came to see it. And then I hung more laundry, and vaccumed the carpet, which Khalid then poured a bucket of legos on top of.
Then we made milkshakes, and Khalid- for some mysterious reason- decided to fill his cheeks with it and then smoosh- spraying chocolate banana camel milk milkshake onto the floor. I think Khalid was as surprised about it as I was, since he’s never done that before and seem genuinely shocked when it went spraying forth into the great, recently mopped yonder.
And we haven’t had lunch yet.
So what have I done today?