Cancer or 2 toddlers in the morning....which would you rather encounter

I thought this morning was going to be easy. The only one I had to get ready and out the door by a certain time was Cameron. The rest of us could just chill and get ready all in our own time. No rushing. No yelling. No problems. Silly me to think such a thing.

When it was time to take Cameron to the bus, I had the other two kids settled watching TV while I waited with Cameron just across the street on the corner. I was out there for about five minutes when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Max come zooming down the driveway on his scooter! That little pipsqueak was outside, in shorts, with his rugby shirt on backwards riding his scooter like it was the middle of the afternoon!

A couple minutes later Cameron’s bus came, and I managed to drag Max back inside with me…..

….where I was confronted with a bare-bottomed Ella and poop (poop that one could not imagine such a cute little girl producing) resting on the floor near her toys, with some spread all over her legs and our family room carpet.

I quickly cleaned her off with diaper wipes, while ignoring Max’s cries to do chalk. I carried her up to the bathroom and plopped her in the bathtub. I then came downstairs to try to get Max’s mind off the chalk and onto the playdough he usually requests. But he wasn’t sitting at the table where I left him, and instead I found him outside in the driveway…looking for chalk.

After getting him settled in with some playdough, I cleaned up the poop…discovering new smears everytime I glanced around the room.

Knowing I should get up to Ella who was sitting in the tub alone, I ran upstairs to find her out of the tub standing on a stool, naked, brushing her teeth with Cameron’s toothbrush.

After our usual struggle, I was able to get her dressed so that she could join her brother in his now play dough mess. But what we came down to was Max, “cleaning.” He had abandoned his play dough creations and sprayed the carpet cleaner that I accidentally left lying on the carpet, all over everything in the family room…on the leather ottoman, on the wood tables, on the concrete fireplace, and all over the carpet.

Then Sara walked in….not a moment too soon. Although I’m sure she wished she had just called in sick after seeing and smelling our morning adventures!