A Typical Saturday of Mayhem

My morning began with one of the children (who ran fevers yesterday) coughing to the point of retching.  I am potty teaching Vivian, and after making her first morning trip, she said, "May I please see my penis?"  I explained, "You don't have one."  She emphatically replied, "Yes, I do.  I saw it yesterday!"  Later, I was on hands and knees again cleaning pee off the floor, and she had to be bathed.  Just after one of her potty breaks I stupidly thought I was "all clear" for a quick shower.  While I was occupied, "someone" gave her a banana.  She tried to wash it down the hall bathroom sink.  That didn't go too well.  I later found the peel stuffed between couch cushions.  Evelyn coughs and she sounds like a dying, barking seal.  This only got worse when she and Henry fought over who owned the stuffed tiger.  Olivia came to me in the afternoon, and she had broken a key off inside the lock of our back door.  Robbie is on call, and he spent most of the day helping an extremely ill individual with a serious eye complication.  His day home for family time and some relaxation was shot.  Henry just came to me, and said, "When I grow up I am going to give birth to a chicken!"  He then bent down and strained a bit.  Luckily, no chicken appeared.  His inner workings amaze me.  I have fed my family dinner, and I'm ready to say, "Okay, everybody.  That's a wrap."  I will certainly welcome the peace of some quiet time on the couch with Robbie after the children fall asleep tonight.  I am worn out.  My own throat hurts something fierce.  However, I am thankful for all of the "excitement" that is my household's norm.  Someday, I'll be bored to tears, and I'll miss being needed so dearly.

Progress

Vivian is my alarm clock.  Each morning she wakes me as she loudly calls out something from her crib.  This morning, the words were of the loveliest sort, "MOMMMMYYYYY!  I love youuuu!!"  She said it again and again until I was able to peel myself out of bed.  It was very sweet.  Sometimes she'll yell, "Is it morning?" She's really getting big, and she keeps telling me, "I am NOT a baby anymore.  I'm a big kid."  She demonstrated this today during my workout by coming upstairs to take herself potty, and she didn't just make a little "tinkle music" as we call it.  I was so proud of her.  Henry got tucked in for nap time, and I said, "Buddy, can you even believe that you are about to be a school boy in preschool?"  He said, "Don't worry, Mom.  You won't be alone when everyone goes to school.  God will be with you."  Wow!  What profound words from such a small boy.  Well, I have my big girls and a friend dropping homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookie dough onto a cookie sheet, so I better run.