Explosion Day!

Today was going along so well until 3:15pm, when the whole house seemed to explode right out from under my feet in less that 10 minutes.When April came home from school, I got granola bars out for all the kids, and sat them all down at the table to keep the mess localized. April said she needed to go to the bathroom first, but she stayed and started eating. She eventually made her way to my bathroom since there was no TP in hers (she still hasn't figured out that we store it under her sink.)

While she was gone, the phone rang. After a minute on the phone, April started making funny noises at the other end of the house, and my parents (who were visiting) couldn't figure out whether she was laughing or crying, or just talking to herself. So I asked the person on the phone to please hold, went to my bathroom, and Oh my goodness! She had had an accident, and it was everywhere!

I quickly hung up with my caller, went to the kitchen to get a plastic sack, and put April's messy clothes in it. As I stripped her down, the phone started ringing again. Oh well, too bad for them! I thought, as I cleaned April up a little, then put her right in my shower. Next I searched around the house for my Lysol wipes (I LOVE those things!), did a quick clean up in my bathroom, got April out of the shower, and picked up my bathroom rug to put in the washing machine.

As I turned around to leave the bathroom, I noticed that Emily and Stephen had at some point in time migrated into my bedroom- WITH their granola bars- and were sitting on my bed playing with the cat. As I made my way back through the house with the dirty rug, I found granola bits everywhere- the living room, the kitchen, the hallway, and all over my bed and the bedroom floor. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Why did I ever believe the kids could actually eat granola bars in a tidy manner?

After the rug was in the wash, I took the bag of messy clothes and went to the hall bathroom to wash them out, since my supply of latex gloves are in there (a great necessity for all moms of diaper-age and potty-training-age kids!) I put on the gloves, lifted the lid of the toilet- and found the hinges of the seat had broken. I couldn't get the seat to stay up for more than a second, so I just tore the whole darn thing off and threw it into the tub. Stupid plastic! The next seat will have metal hinges, to be sure.

When the clothes were rinsed out and sent off to laundry land, I went around the LR and hallway, picking up stray nubs of granola. Then I got out the vacuum, shooed the kids out of my room, and closed the door- much to Stephen's dismay. (I'm not sure which was more upsetting for him- the vacuum coming out of hiding, or me behind a closed door.) Unfortunately for the cat, I forgot to shoo her out of the room, so she was darting around under the bed, staying as far away from the vacuum as she could.

10 minutes after the initial eruption, the rug and clothes in the laundry, both bathrooms cleaned up, my oldest bathed and dressed, my youngest calm after his screaming fit, the floors swept and vacuumed, and the vacuum put away, I plopped down in a chair next to my dad and gave a huge sigh. My parents stared at me for a moment, then said, "Everything alright now?" "I sure hope so!" I said.