Friday, May 3, 2013

A May Day...one of those days

WARNING: This post is sort of gross, and includes the word "poop". 

DSC_0882 This morning I woke up to the following words, said by my oldest daughter to my youngest daughter:

"It's a poop lizard! Don't touch it, it's hot."

Justin had to leave for work an hour early this morning because he had a day full of walkthroughs all over the city. The girls are getting up early these days, in part because Violet has a toddler bed now and she can get herself up. (Joy.) Everyone was up but me. He had set them up with breakfast at the table, said goodbye to me, and left.

So I was still in bed, going through my slow waking up process {not a morning person}. I knew I had to get up and supervise the children and start our day, and I could hear the girls in the hallway, right outside our bedroom.

Eisley kept saying over and over, "It's a poop lizard." Violet was babbling.

First, in my morning haze I registered the word poop and made a mental note to have a talk with her about using polite language.

But she kept saying it...

Then, suddenly I found myself wondering what the lizard part was all about. Was there a lizard in the house? {We don't even have lizards around these parts.} Why were they hanging out in the hallway? Obviously something had caught their interest...and Eisley was calling it a "poop lizard"???

That's when she said to her sister, "Don't touch it, it's hot."

Hot. Poop. Lizard. Not a good combination of words.

So, you can imagine, in my early morning state, where my mind is still half-dreaming, what was going on in my head while trying to make sense of their conversation.

But suddenly I was very awake, nothing like hearing your kids chat about a poop lizard in the hallway to snap you out of your sleep, I popped out of bed and headed for the hallway.

"Look mom, it's a poop lizard," Eisley said as she pointed to something gross looking on the hallway floor.

I had to get closer to inspect it, but it turned out to be a scrap of yarn from my crocheting. However, apparently a cat had eaten it, and decided it wasn't worth digesting, so it came back up onto the floor only to look disgusting and be named a "Poop Lizard" by my children.

Gross cats! But crisis averted. Much worse scenarios had gone through my head when I first heard the words "poop lizard, it's hot."

Yes, it could have been much worse, though it was already clear, it was going to be one of those days.

I cleaned it up, the poop lizard, washed my hands and headed for the kitchen only to find this:

20130503_085304 That's Violet, somehow on the other side of the baby gate we use to keep her out of the kitchen and laundry room where the cat box resides. She had three of our 36 tomato plants in her hands, but she tossed them on the floor when she saw me coming and looked at me innocently as if to say, "It wasn't me."

Yep. One of those days...

So, naturally, I got them out of the house. "One of those days" is not a day to keep your kids in the house, you see. Messes and anger will only amount. You must get out of the house, so that's what we did.

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Happy Friday.

Cheers,
Heather 

1 comment:

  1. I have those days too! Loved reading your post, it made me laugh even when I am dog tired and I have one little red head myself. I'd wrote you before, Lily Grace, she's 20 months. Just wondering how old Violet is? When did you put her in a toddler bed? I'm not sure when to start but she can get out of her bed with the gate down. She just won't stay! LOL Love reading your posts! Thanks for the help!

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