Highlights from last evening. To good not share (mind you, this is the after vacuuming picture)
While attempting to cook potato ham soup that involves a roux (scary I know) a sequence of events occurred while during, I went to this alternate void of mind numbness. I did not stop to think about what was happening or I would've cried. Straight up. I laughed instead, took pictures, and muttered a few things under my breath that will remain and settled between God and I.
What set it all off and spiraling downwards was a major cut to my thumb that if a 1/4" longer would involve stitches for sure. While trying not to bleed all over dinner and burn everything, I wrap my finger up in a dishtowel while all three kids are somewhat content playing "cooking". Mind you, Cooking involves plastic food for the girls, however it involves an assortment of spices, and random shavings of expired pantry food for Landon. Of course the frantic shuffling on my behalf stirs the children out of their playing zone.
while my back is turned I hear the dreaded words "uhoh mommy, I spilled it" Nostrils flared and deep inhaling, I turn to see what this Silent spilling substance was. Brown, fluffy and everywhere. cocoa powder i.e. brown devil powder. Landon frantically trying to clean it up and the girls were like bees to honey, finger painting their masterpieces in it. It is officially the WORST thing ever to try and clean. Not only was it all over the kids but it was all over my floor. Vacuuming cocoa powder, not so much. Somehow, I get this mess cleaned while not ruining dinner. Shaun walked in the door greeted by 3 naked children, a pile of brown clothes, and a strange funky smelling "dinner" Landon created for him that I found hidden in the fridge this morning.
The evening ended in it's usual manner. Shuffling of activity, some tears, cushion forts, and story time with Shaun. (My personal favorite) The girls love sitting in Shaun's lap with books. They don't actually listen so Shaun ends up veering away from the actual written words. Last night Elmo goes to the Train Station became, Elmo goes to Hogwarts. Shaun mildly follows Harry potter (watches the movies) so to hear him talking about Elmo on the train fighting off dementors had me in tears.
