What Else?

Woke up at 6:45. Got to sleep in a little.

Jillian had wet through her diaper. She is soaked and so are her sheets. Lovely.

James wakes up. Happy as can be. Wonderful!

Derek wakes up. Crabby.

Get everyone breakfast. Trying to get myself dressed and Derek dressed to go to school.

Decided I should get the babies dressed too, because I notice I just used the last diaper. REALLY? I never run out! I always have back-up. So after we drop Derek off, we run into Sam's Club.

Diapers, wipes... check.

Come home, play a little. Babies nap.

I get the whites out of the washer to find a red shirt of Jillian's in with them. Now one of my favorite white tee's is light pink.

Babies wake up. We play. I'm holding James as I trip over Jillian. She fell over and hit her head on the tile, as I tripped James got his head hit on the corner of the wall. Poor kids. Totally my fault.

Babies are happy now, I'm folding laundry and hear nothing. Quiet can never be good. James and Jilli think they're pretty sneaky. Baby powder AND butt cream ALL over the carpet. Carpet that was just cleaned last weekend. I scrubbed and scrubbed. It came out.

Then James is in tears. He's constipated. REALLY bad. My kids have never been this constipated. I call my friend whose a pediatric nurse. I'm told I need to stick a finger up his you know what and help him out a little. And go get prune juice right away.

Load the babies in the car, pick up Derek from school. Stop by the grocery store. Load the 3 kids in the giant shopping cart with the car front. Boys in front driving, Jilli in the front basket by me. We get the prune juice. All THIS work for a bottle of prune juice!

Loading James in his car seat. Tell Derek to watch Jilli. Look to the side of me as the cart tips over onto Derek with Jilli still strapped in. Oh my gosh! People are around and no one, NO ONE came to help me. Lifted the cart off a screaming child as I unstrap another screaming child. No cuts, no blood, and no bruises. They're OK. But really, no one could help me? I would have ran over if I saw this happen to another mom.

Back at home, playing in the backyard. I had already picked up all of Bella's messes. I run over to James who is trying to climb up the ladder to the playhouse. Step in a fresh mess of Bella's. I was barefoot. Disgusting.

Run over to the hose to realize I didn't put Bella's water bowl up. Jillian had dumped it all over her.

Nap time. Yes!

Mom comes over to stay with twins. I take Derek to see the orthopedic surgeon. Puzzled about the growth on his foot. Needs an MRI, but whatever it is HAS to come out soon. Another surgery for another child of mine.

It's 9:00 pm. All the kids are in bed. What a pleasant day. What else could go wrong?