November 5, 2008
Woke to Clark screaming bloody murder, he just dropped his pacifier and couldn't reach it....this is going to be a long day.
Fed the baby.
Clark, deciding I was not pouring his milk fast enough decided to lend me a hand, resulting in 1/2 a gallon of milk all over the kitchen floor and under the fridge.
Changed both babies.
While I was trying to move the fridge to clean up the milk...Clark, deciding that he actually did NOT want blue-berry waffles tried to shove them in the dvd player.
Since he could not put the waffle in the dvd player, he decided the baby's face was the next best place...poor Harry.
Clark climbed on to the book shelf and broke my favorite picture frame.
Found Clark tattooing himself with a green PERMANENT marker, the tattoos cover half his body.
Fed the baby.
Still cleaning up the milk....
Heard the toilet flush...oh crap!
Found Clark in the bathroom, with the toilet brush scrubbing the wall. There was water all over the floor, he was dunking the toilet brush in the toilet water and swinging it around his head. HOW DID HE OPEN THE BATHROOM DOOR?
Giving Clark a bath, trying not to cry.
While I was putting the bath rugs in the washer, Clark got out of the tub peed on the floor and then took all the towels in the bathroom into the bath tub with him...ahhhhhh!
Changed the worst poopy of the month so far.
Still cleaning up after the wrath of Clark...I am hungry and Harry wants to eat AGAIN.
Loa (the best neighbor a mother could ask for) graciously took Clark for the rest of the afternoon. I love Loa...
When do I start to feel like a Mom rather than jail keeper or monkey wrangler?