Taking the kids to the zoo today. I am on a mission to get all of us ready and out of the house before Ellen gradates college. We will see how this goes because yesterday…
was just an epic mom fail. I thought I would be a fun mom and do a Pinterest sensory bin activity with Ellen. So, I bought a big plastic tub and a floor protector, and waited to Ellen to wake up from her nap. Am I foreshadowing enough for you?
I filled the tub with water and play kitchen items thinking it was going to be so fun. And, it was. She liked it. Until it was time to clean up. And she threw a ridiculous fit. And slipped in the water. And got a huge knot on her head. And screeeeeeamed. A lot.
S0, I decided I would just shuffle us outside in the backyard, because, darn it, I was going to do something besides sit today. After spending aprox. one whole hour trying to find a shirt that fit (thank you, post partum), I got Sam in his carrier and got us out the door. Yes, that was a huge deal. So very sad.
No sooner had I got us out there that Sam decided to poop on the outside of his diaper all over my jello belly. And, because I was feeling so very smart, I stuck my hand in there to see what was going on. Hello, mustard fingers.
At this point I decided to haul us upstairs and just strip everyone down (oh, did I mention Ellen got into the mud and then decided to poop too?) and hose off in the bathroom. Just for good wallowing measure, I called my mom and cried while I cleaned everyone up.
My mom demanded that I get a carry-out for dinner as I was in no shape to cook (I totally agreed), so I made one last attempt to get the kids out of the house. Fully changed and clean (ahem, wiped down with wet wipes…), we went back out the door of doom and headed for the deli. If you’re wondering if I got attacked by a crazy squirrel while walking down the street, the answer is yes. Yes, I did.
Whatever. Yesterday is over, and I am bright eyed and bushy tailed after nursing the nursling all night. So, what better thing to do than attempt a trip to the zoo? If everyone poops all over the place again, we will be in good company.
I’ll let you know how it goes. Well, only if it’s a disaster. Good reads do not normal family outings make.