Here's hoping the antibiotics Dr. R. gave Liam make him less cranky. I'm sure how much more I can take! My happy go lucky, laid back little guy has been so whiny and clingy lately! Not to mention vomiting every day because of choking on mucus. I could do with a lot less of that.
I am still crazily happy about my clean floor. Of course with the guys coming over tonight it will probably get all dirty again, but it was clean! For a few whole hours!! :)
Faith has the girls strawberry picking and Liam and Lorelei are watching a video, so I'm rather 'bored' at the moment. Of course there are dishes and laundry and general straightening to do. And If I were feeling REALLY ambitious, I'd vacuum under my bed. But...
What am I going to do with everyone this afternoon? Liam is already tired so I'm thinking skipping naps isn't a possibility, but it's only 10:17 and I'm already wishing for the day to be farther progressed.
I forgot to make sticky buns last night, so we have to do brownies tonight. Maybe I'll take the kids to the grocery store and pick up something for dinner. And strawberry shortcake.
19.6.09
18.6.09
Just Another Thursday Morning
It all started with a bottle.
Exhausted from a late night, early morning and late night feedings in between, I was sleeping on the living room sofa while Lorelei and Liam drank their morning bottles and watched Baby Einstein on TV. I've been giving Lorelei bottles to drink on her own since she was about 8 months old and most of the time she'll drink the whole bottle in one sitting. If she doesn't, she'll find some place to set it down or she'll give it to me. Maybe it was the opportunity given by my unconsciousness or maybe it was all the stimuli from Baby Einstein that gave her this brilliant idea, but whatever it was, Lorelei decided to upend her 8 oz bottle and spray formula all over her brother, my cedar chest, the living room windows, walls, floor and rug.
I woke up because Liam was sitting on the cedar chest fussing because he couldn't get down on his own. The first thing I noticed was Lorelei using her sock to wipe up drops of formula on the floor in front of the TV. The bottles drip a little bit on a regular basis and lately she's started wiping up the drops herself."Aww," I thought. "What a sweet thing to do!" I picked Liam up off of the cedar chest and noticed, mostly through touch, not the bleary eyed sight of my contactless, sleep deprived eyes, that his clothes were damp."Oh, crap!" I thought. "He's spilled formula on himself." Then I really saw the cedar chest.
There was a thin film of formula covering the entire top of the chest and had been there long enough that the finish was becoming cloudy. I could tell that formula had been spilled (or sprayed) and then spread out like someone had tried to wipe it up. Suspecting the worst I looked closer and, sure enough, there were lines of formula droplets all over the window, down the wall and on to the floor.
I looked over at Lorelei who was watching me with guilty interest. One step in her direction and she sat on the floor. "No spanking, no spanking!" Ah. So it WAS her! (Duh.) Still half asleep I wet a hand towel and mopped up as much of the mess as I could and stripped Liam's clothes off. "I'll just sleep till Molly and Maggie wake up and then I'll give him a bath." I thought.
When Molly and Maggie woke up, Liam looked like he was molting. I had no idea just how covered in formula he had been. After getting the girls their breakfast I stacked all the dishes on the counter and put Liam in the sink for a bath. I'm all about kitchen sink baths this summer. It's easier to reach the kids, they're more contained and they really like it, so most baths for the two little ones have been done this way. Anyway - I get him clean and need to go upstairs to put on different clothes (mine are soaked from all the inevitable splashing) and get an outfit for Liam. "Molly, watch him closely and make sure he doesn't fall out." I say and run upstairs.
In the 3 minutes that I'm away, chaos ensues. I come back to find Liam still in the sink, Lorelei on the counter with her feet in the sink and her clothes soaking wet, Molly and Maggie dancing around the kitchen also soaking wet and about and inch of water on my kitchen floor.
Now, you have to understand that I don't get to clean my house very often. My kitchen floor has been neglected of late and so the water was muddy and gritty and it was being splashed up onto my kitchen cabinets. This was the last straw.
"Alright, that's it!" I yelled. "I'm sick and tired of living in dirty, sticky, gritty, grimy filth! And I'm tired of being the only one who cleans up around here! You two are going to SCRUB this floor, do you understand me? And when you're finished you can wipe down the cabinets and the appliances!"
"What!" cried Molly. "I don't want to do that! I hate to clean!"
"I don't care!" I retorted. "Now get busy!"
"You're making us SLAVES in our OWN house?!?" (Molly, who else?)
"She's making us MAIDS, Maggie! Her OWN DAUGHTERS! We're being made SLAVES in our OWN house!"
I guess they realized after a while, though, that I wasn't giving in this time. So they started to clean.
As this discussion was going on I'd taken Liam out of the sink and put on a diaper and stripped Lorelei of her wet clothes, but Liam kept slipping on the wet floor and Lorelei had climbed back up on the counter and in to the sink, so I thought that maybe this would be a way to keep them both out of trouble while I cleaned. So I took off Lorelei's diaper and put her in one sink and I put Liam in the other and started to clean.
First I vacuumed the floors while Molly and Maggie scrubbed up the kitchen floor and wiped down the walls. Then I got my power mop and mopped the kitchen floor. Then I wiped down the table and chairs and moved them out of the dining room and mopped the dining room while the girls wiped surfaces. Then I mopped the rest of the first floor while the Molly cleaned up toys in the living room and Maggie vacuumed.
At this point I walked back into the kitchen and discovered that Liam's sink had been plugged and was full to overflowing and I now had a waterfall and a river in my house. So I mopped up the kitchen floor again. When all the water had been drained, I heard Lorelei saying something about Liam's diaper. Thinking that she had just noticed that he still had one on, I didn't really reply, but then something told me to go look close. Turns out after diapers have been exposed to enough liquid they kind of explode. And I hope the stuff inside is non-toxic, cause I'm pretty sure he ate some. After that mess was cleaned up I made Molly clean the bathroom while I mopped the living room and then sent the older girls upstairs while I got the younger kids dried off and dressed.
At that point it was naptime, so I made bottles (full circle, folks!) and put them to bed and took a shower myself. So it's now almost two. I just had breakfast, but my house is actually CLEAN!!
Exhausted from a late night, early morning and late night feedings in between, I was sleeping on the living room sofa while Lorelei and Liam drank their morning bottles and watched Baby Einstein on TV. I've been giving Lorelei bottles to drink on her own since she was about 8 months old and most of the time she'll drink the whole bottle in one sitting. If she doesn't, she'll find some place to set it down or she'll give it to me. Maybe it was the opportunity given by my unconsciousness or maybe it was all the stimuli from Baby Einstein that gave her this brilliant idea, but whatever it was, Lorelei decided to upend her 8 oz bottle and spray formula all over her brother, my cedar chest, the living room windows, walls, floor and rug.
I woke up because Liam was sitting on the cedar chest fussing because he couldn't get down on his own. The first thing I noticed was Lorelei using her sock to wipe up drops of formula on the floor in front of the TV. The bottles drip a little bit on a regular basis and lately she's started wiping up the drops herself."Aww," I thought. "What a sweet thing to do!" I picked Liam up off of the cedar chest and noticed, mostly through touch, not the bleary eyed sight of my contactless, sleep deprived eyes, that his clothes were damp."Oh, crap!" I thought. "He's spilled formula on himself." Then I really saw the cedar chest.
There was a thin film of formula covering the entire top of the chest and had been there long enough that the finish was becoming cloudy. I could tell that formula had been spilled (or sprayed) and then spread out like someone had tried to wipe it up. Suspecting the worst I looked closer and, sure enough, there were lines of formula droplets all over the window, down the wall and on to the floor.
I looked over at Lorelei who was watching me with guilty interest. One step in her direction and she sat on the floor. "No spanking, no spanking!" Ah. So it WAS her! (Duh.) Still half asleep I wet a hand towel and mopped up as much of the mess as I could and stripped Liam's clothes off. "I'll just sleep till Molly and Maggie wake up and then I'll give him a bath." I thought.
When Molly and Maggie woke up, Liam looked like he was molting. I had no idea just how covered in formula he had been. After getting the girls their breakfast I stacked all the dishes on the counter and put Liam in the sink for a bath. I'm all about kitchen sink baths this summer. It's easier to reach the kids, they're more contained and they really like it, so most baths for the two little ones have been done this way. Anyway - I get him clean and need to go upstairs to put on different clothes (mine are soaked from all the inevitable splashing) and get an outfit for Liam. "Molly, watch him closely and make sure he doesn't fall out." I say and run upstairs.
In the 3 minutes that I'm away, chaos ensues. I come back to find Liam still in the sink, Lorelei on the counter with her feet in the sink and her clothes soaking wet, Molly and Maggie dancing around the kitchen also soaking wet and about and inch of water on my kitchen floor.
Now, you have to understand that I don't get to clean my house very often. My kitchen floor has been neglected of late and so the water was muddy and gritty and it was being splashed up onto my kitchen cabinets. This was the last straw.
"Alright, that's it!" I yelled. "I'm sick and tired of living in dirty, sticky, gritty, grimy filth! And I'm tired of being the only one who cleans up around here! You two are going to SCRUB this floor, do you understand me? And when you're finished you can wipe down the cabinets and the appliances!"
"What!" cried Molly. "I don't want to do that! I hate to clean!"
"I don't care!" I retorted. "Now get busy!"
"You're making us SLAVES in our OWN house?!?" (Molly, who else?)
"She's making us MAIDS, Maggie! Her OWN DAUGHTERS! We're being made SLAVES in our OWN house!"
I guess they realized after a while, though, that I wasn't giving in this time. So they started to clean.
As this discussion was going on I'd taken Liam out of the sink and put on a diaper and stripped Lorelei of her wet clothes, but Liam kept slipping on the wet floor and Lorelei had climbed back up on the counter and in to the sink, so I thought that maybe this would be a way to keep them both out of trouble while I cleaned. So I took off Lorelei's diaper and put her in one sink and I put Liam in the other and started to clean.
First I vacuumed the floors while Molly and Maggie scrubbed up the kitchen floor and wiped down the walls. Then I got my power mop and mopped the kitchen floor. Then I wiped down the table and chairs and moved them out of the dining room and mopped the dining room while the girls wiped surfaces. Then I mopped the rest of the first floor while the Molly cleaned up toys in the living room and Maggie vacuumed.
At this point I walked back into the kitchen and discovered that Liam's sink had been plugged and was full to overflowing and I now had a waterfall and a river in my house. So I mopped up the kitchen floor again. When all the water had been drained, I heard Lorelei saying something about Liam's diaper. Thinking that she had just noticed that he still had one on, I didn't really reply, but then something told me to go look close. Turns out after diapers have been exposed to enough liquid they kind of explode. And I hope the stuff inside is non-toxic, cause I'm pretty sure he ate some. After that mess was cleaned up I made Molly clean the bathroom while I mopped the living room and then sent the older girls upstairs while I got the younger kids dried off and dressed.
At that point it was naptime, so I made bottles (full circle, folks!) and put them to bed and took a shower myself. So it's now almost two. I just had breakfast, but my house is actually CLEAN!!
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