To say it was one of “Those Mondays” would be an understatement!

It was the first day back to school after the holidays, and John was working evening shift (which meant I had morning routines and night routines by myself).

It started off fairly normal, with the exception of me having to put on something other than leggings for the first time in two weeks. I woke up around 4:30, showered, had my coffee and quiet time, and then woke the kids up for school. After one morning meltdown, we were finally loaded and on our way. Following what seemed like the longest day of the school year,  Jettie and I headed over to get the twins and Truitt from school.

We arrived home and unloaded around 5, and I immediately changed into comfy pants and started cooking dinner. After dinner I cleaned the kitchen, which lasted about 30 minutes longer than it would have if I didn’t have a 4 year old, two 3 year olds and a 1 year old helping. For each fork or dish Jettie put in the dishwasher Truitt took 2 out, and the twins used enough dish towels to warrant a load of laundry. Bath time, teeth brushing, pajamas, a bedtime story, and prayers followed.

As I walked back in the living room and plopped down on the couch, I thought to myself, “Is 7:30 too early to go to bed?” While an episode of “The Kids Baking Championships” played in the background, I folded a load of laundry and prepared lunches and outfits for the next day. I crawled into bed around 9:30 and was asleep within 15 minutes. A new record for me!

The next thing I know John wakes me up around 1.

“Your kids destroyed our house!”

“There is fingernail polish all over the couch, floor, rug, and kids bathroom.”

“They emptied a box of Capri Suns and ate about 7 lunchables!”

Now just imagine what a frat house might look like after a big party. Now replace the beer cans with empty Capri Suns and add some crumbled up crackers and cheese slices scattered all over the floor.

THAT WAS MY HOUSE!!!

The next morning Jettie, Erin, and Timmy went to school blue and sparkly. When people asked, I couldn’t help but laugh as I told them about “THREENAGE RAGER” that occurred the night before.

I would love to say that I reacted with grace and mercy, but I was mad.

I was mad that our two year old leather couch may be ruined.

I was mad that lunchables and Capri Suns were wasted.

I was mad that all three of them seemed to blame someone different for what happened.

But after my madness wore off, I realized who am I kidding? My house is never going to look like the AFTER version of a house on Fixer Upper, the BEFORE version maybe.

I haven’t been able to get the sparkly nail polish off of my leather couch or wood floor, and I can’t seem to figure out where it came from in the first place. I still haven’t found a safe location for lunchables and Capri Suns, and I am beginning to think it might be time to put a lock in the fridge.

I know that in twenty years we will sit around the dining room table and laugh about memories exactly like this one. It is just one more reminder to embrace the chaos!

THE END.

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