And I started my day with PB sandwiches.
Because when you turn your alarm clock off and end up waking up 10 minutes before you have to leave, you start your day off making lunch. Then making your kids breakfast. Because it’s more embarrassing for your kids to go to school without lunch than it is for them to eat breakfast in the car. I know this.
I dropped Maria off looking like the mother I love to hate: the one who doesn’t bother getting ready AT ALL in the morning. The one who literally throws her hair up in a ponytail straight from the pillow, puts on a sweatshirt over her sleepshirt so she doesn’t have to put on a bra (but who is she kidding?), and just forgoes the makeup altogether. I was her. So when we got home, I told the kids to find something to play because Mama was taking a shower. Alice chose my mom’s Barbies from when she was a kid.
Charlotte chose to get into every drawer.
Jamie ran downstairs to play.
Olive wanted to play in her little bassinet.
I took the much-needed shower. Then I did a little room pick-up.
Olive’s in-belly pictures got turned in for some newborn pictures.
Her friends got propped up on her pillow.
And her freaking adorable shoes got put away.
And because the kids were so good while I got stuff done, I told them I’d take them to the park before school. Charlotte didn’t forget.
——-this has nothing to do with the park, but check out Woody…——-
*Ahhhhh* the park.
He is wonderful.
It was Olive’s first trip to the park. I say that like there will be hundreds and hundreds more. Like we’re on “A Baby Story” on TLC and the “6 week old” update is being shot and the producers conjure up the perfect family scene….a day at the park. Because 6 week olds LOOOOOVE the park. That always gets me. Anyway, it was Olive’s first time, and…..she loved it. Duh.
I gave Charlotte a “go-gurt” then looked away for 2 minutes…
She had squeezed it all over her clean coat and had scurried like a fox up to the top of the stairs.
Then, like she’s done a thousand times before, she pulled out her hair band.
But don’t worry, she fixed it.
And her tummy is awesome.
But it was time to peace out. Time for school. Thank God.
So I left them at CHMS to learn about the president and Japan and to eat lunch with their friends…
…while I went home. And was greeted by packages on the front door.
I like and dislike Zulily for the same reason: it takes so long for the stuff to get to you, that you’ve forgotten when you had ordered. It’s like a fun surprise when a Zulily box arrives.
Now excuse me while I start potty training Charlotte.
ahahahahahahahaha I crack myself up.