Always Secure the Girl Parts

No preliminaries on the crazy today. I thought I was doing well. I had a jump start on the laundry and the dishes from yesterday, the house was already fairly picked up, and I gave the kids a bath early this morning.  I quick took off my pajamas to throw them in the load for the washer and put my robe on. As I was nursing Bobby, the girls decided to go outside. We live on a pretty busy highway, but I usually don't mind the girls being outside for a few minutes here and there by themselves. After too long though and I start to feel like panic'd frogger. Like run inside and quick load the dishwasher and then back outside to make sure they're not in the road or haven't been kidnapped and then back inside to put away their clothes and then back outside.. It's my constant mom war. They need to have fun, be outside, play, laugh, scream. And I want to enjoy that with them. But I need to be inside doing laundry, picking up the house, organizing, cleaning. And I don't want to. But I should. Constant war.

Well this morning, the girls slipped outside and into my car and into my purse (They love my LipSense). The most aggravating of all their shenanigans. So, I quick glance both ways down the highway and poke my head out the front door (still in my robe, mind you). "Piper, Parker, get in this house, NOW!" 

*Giggle and Wave from the car*

Effective Parenting 101 will not require my skills and wisdom anytime soon.

Groaning and huffing to myself, I stomp down to my closet, quick throw on old pants (sans underwear) and a t-shirt,  run back up stairs, and drag the little offenders back in the house. 

All moms know that eating, as a mom, is never a quiet, relaxing, enjoyable experience. Its always about getting everyone else fed first and trying to reign in the madness in the process. As everyone was inside and fairly quiet and self entertained at the moment, I decided to try to eat a bowl of cereal quick. So as I'm sitting on the couch (Criss Cross Applesauce for the mom's of preschoolers) not paying attention to Parker standing in front of me (They often stand at my feet when I'm eating. Even though they just ate.) and watching what's sure to be my new show (Chesapeake Shores on hallmark). All of a sudden, I feel a poke to my crotch! Parker found a hole in my old raggedy pants and stuck her finger through it. I about spit out my Cinnamon Toast Crunch all over her. And then after we all recovered from our fit of giggles I went and put underwear and new holeless pants on. Never mind that I'd been trying to find a time to get in the shower for the last 2 hours. For now, securing the girl parts was priority number one.