10 November 2009
After this morning's Bible study, I had a small window of time to get back to our house, grab a quick lunch for everyone (and by "grab" I mean "Mommy has to assemble") and get everyone back in the car and headed in the opposite direction to the afternoon's art lessons.
It was raining. Time was limited. I had five children with me.
I knew it was a recipe for disaster.
But I had no idea how violently it would all break down.
The kids got corralled in, stepping in each puddle and muddy inch in the yard and splash their wet selves across the sun room floor.
Thankfully the kind ladies at the nursery had given Wilder a bottle, which bought me a few minutes to slice an apple and set out some pickles per London's lunch request.
Nursed Wilder. Then fed him his mushy bananas. (I am always glad when my babies begin solid food, but sad too because the meal process becomes so much more involved.)
Changed Piper Finn's diaper and then began slapping peanut butter on sandwiches that kids could eat in the car.
London announced that Magnus was in the car. (Didn't bother to ask how this happened, just passed her a dog biscuit to lure him out.)
Heard Piper screaming. Magnus had stolen her sandwich. "Mommy, please make me another one?" she asked.
Grabbed my bag and began putting poor Wilder back in his car seat.
Magnus ate Piper's second sandwich.
"Mommy, can you please make me another san'wich?"
Attempted to get five set of small feet out of the door.
Watched Magnus barrel back into the house, knock Bergen over and attempt to grab Bergen's sandwich from the poor boy's very lips.
Forced Magnus out of the house in a less than godly manner using less than godly words that were less than quiet and less than appropriate.
Reached for my own sandwich and watched mustard fall onto my skirt.
Trudged through the rain carrying Wilder and my bag.
Wrestled Piper's eagle and Mosley's blanket away from Magnus at least three separate times.
Grew impatient watching two little girls struggle to enter the Suburban while holding umbrellas.
At long last, started the vehicle and hit the road.
From the backseat, I see Piper's peanut buttery hand reach toward me holding her crumpled sandwich and hear her say,
"I don't care for this anymore Mommy."