It's Raining Kids

Let me start by saying that M thinks I am a complete loser for doing this blog. I have to admit that his disapproval of me doing it probably fueled a desire to do it. Can you feel the love? :)


This morning's chaos began with having more children needing to go to school and day care than I have seats in the car (thanks to the stupid front seat airbags). We had one of the neighbor's kids spend the night so she could make it to her appointment first thing this morning. This extra kid presented the problem of 4 kids (2 foster, C man, and the neighbor) and 3 available children seats. Turns out that the 2 year male foster kid, we will call "W", needed to go to the ENT at 9:30 so I decided to keep him home from day care until the appointment time to resolve the car problem. M was home since he didn't go into work until 11:00. You would think that would mean he was a wonderful help getting all 4 kids up, fed, dressed, and out the door. Well, he did finaly get up and put socks on W before I left with the other 3. What did I expect, he is male after all. I so want to come back as a male when I die. It would be like being on vacation all of the time! Upon my return, I found M and W on my bed. W was wearing his coat zipped up to his neck and smelled strongly of a poopy diaper. When I asked about the poopies, M looked surprised (like you couldn't smell it from the back door) and W nodded yes. I explained that the "present" was made on his watch for him and left M to change W. The ENT trip went fine, another drop off at the day care and then back home to work some more.

It's month end, so work is crazy this week. Even crazy work is often a nice relief from even more crazy kids. How sick is that? Speaking of more crazy kids....Took a quick break from work to pick up the two big boys from school and then the 2 foster kids when M came home for his dinner break. A little after 5:00, the four kids and puppy started getting hyped up running up and down the hall screaming while I was fixing dinner when the other lady helping the neighbor showed up at the door with the neighbor's one year old. SO now it's 5:30, M is at work, and I by myself have 5 hungry children ages 1, 2, 3, 5, and almost 6 running crazy in my house. UGH!!!! Calgon take me, never mind just shoot me!

The next 2 solid hours are spent feeding, bathing, disciplining, refereeing, wiping noses, butts, etc. and fixing a dinner plate for the neighbor's husband who picked up their 2 children at 7:30. By 8:30, my three brats are bathed and in bed, the dishwasher is loaded and running, and I fix myself a dinner plate and sit down to begin the thought process of planning out tomorrow's schedule which along with the normal work, school dropoffs, laundry, meals, baths, etc. has to include

1. a trip to the health dept for shots for W (M is off and wins this trip by default),
2. a trip to the Dr office with both W & R (the 3 year old female foster child) for new allergy prescriptions because both weigh around 30 pounds each and I truly believe 25 pounds has to be snot. (this one I win because M might not get it right),
3. a trip to Walgreen's to pick up the scripts, (perhaps M gets this one)
4. a trip to the school for lunch with C man who is feeling neglected because of the foster kids(M wins again!)
5. try to make arrangements for the brats for next Tuesday night when I am supposed to be an hour away for a work meeting and M has to work.

Just another typical day in paradise. Great news is that after 6 weeks of having these two children, R reached an affection milestone tonight and gave me an unsolicited hug AND kiss at bedtime. That's the first kiss she has given me without first being prompted by receiving one. One small baby step in a wild day of chaos, that my friends makes most days worth it.

As I close to go to bed, I noticed that Max, the 6 month old Yorkie puppy, has drug out his favorite pillow and is getting very friendly with it until he can't walk straight. So much for his neutering slowing that habit down! You can't help but laugh at him.

Hug your babies big and small and someone else's too! They all need to be loved.