Fear of poop. Yep, that's right...

So, it is bath time for my children again. This is one of those mommy chores that I DO NOT look forward to. It used to be that I just didn't like it. If someone asked me why, I wouldn't have an answer...I just don't like it. That being said, unfortunately, neither does Seth so somehow the task is usually deferred to me; unless, of course, I actually ask Seth and the reply I get most of the time is "Do they really need one tonight?" Ugh. (*sigh*) I guess it's my turn to fish out the poop again tonight.

Yes, you read that right. My dear little angelic (*pure sarcasm*) Sophia waits the entire day -- until the moment she is in the bathtub -- to poop. ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
I cringe when I hear Kailee scream "MOOOOMMMMM!!! Sophia pooped in the bath tub!" I rush in to find Kailee standing on the tips of her toes in the corner of the bathtub as far away from the stinky submarine floating in the tub. Let me remind you that most of the time I can't even see it because of all of the bubbles. YUCK!!!

I take a deep breath (willing my head NOT to explode) and wrap Kailee in a towel as I get her out of the tub, do the same with Sophia -- sitting her on the toddler "potty seat" that attaches to the "big girl potty (and praying she doesn't fall in because she doesn't exactly know how to sit on it yet), fish out all of the toys and put them in the sink (spraying them with LOTS of Lysol), and procede to let the water out and clean up the nasty mess...all the while I am praying that there is more hot water. Apparently, the owner of the rental here thought it would be funny to get the smallest hot water heater known to man... So, I Lysol the tub, run more water, and put the girls back in.



Seriously...did I sign up for this? What was I thinking???

I. don't. want. to. do. it!!!

I guess I could just let my darling angels (*ugh*) go without a bath for a week, a month, the rest of their lives??? Oh wait, I have to live with them...so, off I go to do the unfathomable...wish me luck!

Just ramblings...

So, I have FINALLY decided that it is time to start a blog. At the end of every day I lay in bed and wonder why I didn't just write down my thoughts (via a journal) and I have come to the conclusion that it just takes too long to write in a journal (and I get hand cramps because I just don't do it enough). Anyways, here I am...finally doing it. :)

I honestly have no idea how often I will do this or how interesting it will be but who cares? :)

Many times I get up in the morning thinking "here goes another day". By this time Sophia is in the crib crying to get out and I can hear the pitter patter of Kailee's little feet coming into my room. Before I know it, she is standing beside my bed either saying "Mommy, mommy (because I ignore her the first time...haha), I'm hungry" or "Mommy, I want to cuddle". I always prefer the latter. So, on the days when she says "I'm hungry", I usually ask her if she wants to cuddle first and she crawls into bed with me and starts twirling my hair around her little fingers. I like it when my day starts this way...and then we have to get out of bed. Ugh. :)

I have told myself over and over that I really, REALLY need to get to bed early and set my alarm to get up before the girls but it just hasn't happened yet. I really enjoy my evenings and I usually stretch them out far longer than I should have. By the time I crawl into bed at night I am thinking, "Tomorrow, I am definitely going to bed earlier" and it just seems to never happen.

I. need. a. vacation. Somewhere hot and exotic...away from everything. Don't get me wrong, I love my life but sometimes I just want a break. :)

Ok. Enough with the randomness -- life goes on. I have to get Sophia up from her short nap and start dinner. More to come...