I felt like today was a crazy day, though really I guess it probably wasn't too much out of the ordinary. Probably everything is just getting thrown off because I'm working on painting the stupid bathroom, a project I started back in March but kind of put on hold. Because of the strip of wall paper that was taking forever to get off. So since I've been doing that when I have any spare time, other things are getting pushed to the back burner. Like the dishes. And the laundry. And sweeping.
This afternoon after the boys woke up from their naps we hurried to the library to get a CD book for Brice he's been wanting (and asking every day when he gets home, "Did you get my book?") and I forgot that Cameron's little umbrella stroller was in the car at work with Brice. So I had to lug him into the library and carry him around the whole time we were in there. And then of course he pooped. Jace was picking out a video (yes, here I will point out that he was picking out a VIDEO not a book) and so when I told him we had to go the bathroom to change Cameron's diaper he threw a major fit. And the librarians were having some kind of library personnel meeting in the kid area so they all turned to look. I'm struggling to not drop Cameron and the diaper bag in one arm, my legs shaking with the weight of him, and the other arm is holding onto Jace as he flings himself backward screaming, "But my video, my VIDEO!" like I'm trying to kidnap him or something. I dragged him out of the children's section and against my whispered (actually more like hissed) threats about leaving right then, I still let him go back and get his precious video. We still had to find the book for Brice, and honestly having to carry Cameron and my arm feeling like fire was really throwing me off my discipline game.
Here they are shaking the gate and yelling for freedom. Already partners in crime. And you can tell that Camers loves every minute of it.
Don't they both look so precious and unannoying? And if you're looking into the background of these pictures let me help you out. It's kind of dark (because the light was off. I thought that might help soothe them) you will see a laundry basket in front of a fan. The fan is on high because we later discovered this evening that something is wrong with the air conditioner and at that time I was sweating profusely. The basket is blocking the fan because Cameron wouldn't stop climbing up trying to grab the rotating blades. There are clothes strewn all over the living room and they were folded but they were in the basket. And Camers thought he would have better luck getting to the fan if he threw them out.
We ate a successful dinner and then I left the boys safely in their chairs to start the bathwater. Jace started yelling for me, saying he was stuck. I thought perhaps he was trying to get down and got stuck. But no that would be too normal. Instead he got his finger stuck in the parmesian cheese lid.
I had to call for reinforcement because no amount of pulling on my part would get it out. I even tried greasing it up and soaking it in cold water to get it to shrink. Granny and Poppy came over to save the day. They finally got it cut off with a razor and finger nail clippers. I probably would have cut off his finger had I tried to do it myself. Blah.
And yes, underwear is the outfit Jace sports anytime he eats spaghetti. To save clothes from horrible spaghetti sauce stains.
After baths and bedtime Brice came home and we discovered the air conditioner was frozen. And also, just about two minutes ago I decided to investigate the burning smell I was attributing to fireworks from the neighbors. Not fireworks. No no. It's the hard boiled eggs that I started before I began this post. Now it is a burned pan and cracked, useless eggs. Blah. And now I'm noticing a little red sign at the bottom of this page that says, "An error ocurred while saving". So who knows whether this will be published or not.