A groggy soggy morning

I stayed up way too late last night. 10:45 p.m. Ham thought it would be fun to have his happy hour at that point. So I layed him in bed next to me to squeal, giggle, and goo and yet not feel lonely all the way over in his playpen three feet away. I think he continued for at least half an hour before he fell asleep.



This morning I was supposed to have a treasure hunt for the kids. But I passed out in the recliner listening to Danny read scripture stories to them. At some point in the blurry morning grogginess, Bun dumped a cereal bowl full of Cranberry Almond Crunch on the floor and it turned to Cranberry Almond Mush and he danced in it until it was a fine puree. And then, my still blurry groggy self didn't realize it would turn to cement on his feet (and my floor). So, when I changed his diaper (which had reached maximum velcrocity), I realized his pants were cemented to his feet and had to rip them off his body. I could not, however, chisel away the cereal glued to him with my finely groomed (trimmed and hang-naily) fingernails. I offered him a bath. He most happily agreed. Bun loves his bathtime. But then Pookie and G wanted baths as well. So I let Pookie go next because he had odor-de-not-so-fresh-hind-end.



That's when the splashing began. Pookie having reached the ripe old age of six, can now take baths without constant supervision. I went upstairs and closed the shower curtain and told him to keep it in the tub. Then feeling very pleased with myself for remaining calm, I decided right then and there that now would be a good time to sign him up for swimming lessons, and G too.



So I called the number in the book for the Base Gym with the indoor pool. They said, "You need to call Outdoor Rec," and instead gave me a number for the Health & Wellness Center who referred me back to the Base Gym.



All the while Pookie is yelling, "Wahoo! ARGH!! YipEE!!!!" while splashing wildly, and Bun is crying, "I want duck juice in my sippee. not milk." (Duck juice is orange juice in case you didn't know.) And G is saying, "Can I have another cracker? Momma, Pookie is splashing," and then yelling up the stairs, "Stop SPLASHING POOKIE!!!"



And you know what? The man on the phone that I finally got a hold of in the Outdoor Rec that takes info down for swimming lessons to pass on to the actual swimming instructor, was so nice and polite and completely acted like nothing unusual was going on.



All was well. Until I went down to the basement for some bribery candy and discovered the ceiling dripping all over the basement floor.



The best part, swimming lessons are only $30 per child for 10 hours of lessons. That is way more affordable than I thought.