Toddler Fun Time

I was having a rough weekend as a “single mom.” Brant was in St. George for work and I had to do the Trunk or Treat thing all by myself. I’m not young enough to keep up with 2 two-year olds and a baby. I just don’t have it in me. So, they really wore me out. I miss Brant for things like that. He seems to have boundless energy when it comes to taking the kids out. I totally feel for single Mom’s and Bishops wives. I can’t imagine having the kids without support. It’s so hard.

Anyway, on Sunday I was dreading going to church with 3 kids as Brant was still gone. Rhonda, my MIL, was still sick so I knew I would have to do the whole thing by myself. After the night before, I was not looking forward to it. Madison, sensing my despair, schemed to create a legitimate episode that would allow me to stay home with the kids. It speaks to hear innately intuitive nature and extreme thoughtfulness. She decided to find my one, yes I only have one, bottle of nail polish. Then she painted her whole left arm with with pink polish. She also decided that my leather office chair would look better as a pink chair. Unfortunately, there was only enough polish to do most of the seat.

She also got it on the carpet, bean bags, an end table, the couch, and I'm sure some other things I haven't yet discovered. But, thanks to Madison, I was cleaning up nail polish instead of getting us all off to church. After getting them all down for a nap, I decided to crawl into bed and take a nap myself. I am not kidding--45 seconds after I sighed and crawled into bed under the covers--Brant walks in. It's like total chaos up until he comes home. And, I know he wonders why I am also so tired when life is so calm when he comes home. Murphy's Law.