Pancake Syrup, Poop, Fingerpaint and More

My day today was full...full of sticky syrup, stinky poop, finger paint footprints all over the house and so much more. There is not one inch of my house or my children's bodies that have not been wiped down...at least three times today.

The day started off great. Two happy kids arose from their beds and there were plenty of smiles to go around. I whipped up some pancakes and the day went down from there. Everyone including the dog somehow became covered in syrup...their hands, their hair, the dog's hair, the table, the floor and somehow the recliner was a victim as well. To spare a lot of gross detail I have also had to deal with "poop incidents" three times today and then I get the bright idea that we all need to paint. Samuel decided that painting himself would be so much more fun than painting on paper...including but not limited to the inside of his ear...that was a barrell of laughs. Riley was very excited to paint but quickly threw herself on the floor when I told her that he had to paint at the kitchen table. She screamed for several minutes but was eventually lured but the fun Samuel was having at the table. While they were enjoying their painting I ran to the bathroom and when I returned I discovered that in the two minutes I was gone Riley had decided to paint both of her feet to make footprints on her paper. That would have been fine if she hadn't padded into the living room after painting her feet. I get to mop after they go to bed tonight. Before I could catch Riley she darted up the stairs into their bathroom to wash her hands. Needless to say the bathroom looked like someone had been murdered in there after she was done. There were red paint spatters all over the place the sink was covered in it. I hussled her downstairs to join her brother for a bath before more of the interior of the house could be "decorated". I got them out of the early bath and got them p.j'ed. Then I herded them back upstairs to "help" me clean their rooms. How is it possible for a three year old and two year old to pull each and every toy and pair of shoes they own out of their proper resting place? I don't know how but they did it in the 12 minutes if took for me to make their lunch today! Jamey came home shortly after the rooms were whipped back into shawp. When he got here I got on the phone with mom and began washing the dishes for the third time today...before dinner. Jamey strolls upstairs and sees the mess in the bathroom that I hadn't had a chance to clean up and yells down the stairs...."JOOOY....don't you think you need to clean this up?" I promptly yell back that he needs to kiss my fanny. Later he proclaims that he cleaned it up for ME. Thanks Honey!!!! So sweet!

I would love to see a time lapsed tape of us today...it would probably be quite hysterical.

I am so tired...I don't know how I am going to make it through our bedtime routine. I could fall over right now with no problem.