This morning really went well, just half an hour of chaos. Here's what happened:
We're all ready to go to playgroup; just need to put on shoes. I leave the room to put on my shoes and Will and Brianna go downstairs to find their shoes. In the matter the couple minutes it took to put on my shoes Brianna and Will started to play their new game where they open the freezer and feed ice through the chute to each other and eat it. They call it the trick-or-treat game. Only the cold on her hands makes Brianna pee her pants. Then she takes off her pants and somehow Will falls off a stool and blames Brianna for it which leads to yelling and crying and a girl standing naked in a pile of kitchen towels wet with pee. I try to help Brianna into some new clothes but she hates everything I try to put on her and she screams and kicks furiously. I try to come her hair instead. Then I start to feel sick. I took some vitamins half an hour earlier and my green smoothie wasn't hefty enough to compensate. I leave Brianna since I'm just making things worse, run downstairs and start puking in the sink. William gets upset, Brianna picks out some clothes (green shirt, pink and peach striped stretchy pants topped with a lavender skirt, blue shoes, and no socks), I feel better and we take Brianna to the Vreeken's for playgroup a half an hour late.
Thats the type of chaos that happens at our house.
