Monday is PRESCHOOL DAY! The best day of the week! (sung to the tune of the Aquabat's Pizza Day) And I had big plans for my first solo Monday. I planned on rewarding myself for getting all three kids out of the house and to preschool (hopefully on time) by stoping at Target on my way home and strolling leisurely though the aisles with Maisie. Stopping to smell all the new holiday Mrs. Meyers cleaning sprays and hand soaps (because apparently, being an adult and mother of three means getting embarrassingly excited about seasonal cleaning supplies) and probably walking away with a cart full of must-haves from the dollar section. Which, while I am on the subject, is actually more like the $3 and $5 dollar section these days.
I was disappointed when I opened my email this morning and saw a note from Penny and Eloise's preschool teacher reminding everyone that preschool was canceled this week. But the girls were all still sleeping, Maisie included, and I was more relieved to get a few more minutes of sleep to be upset about losing my quiet morning. And even more relieved that I didn't wake up three sleeping girls and drag them to preschool only to discover there wasn't one today. But that's pretty much where my good fortune for the day ends.
An hour later, Maisie began to stir, and I could hear the big girls waking up as well so up I got. Maisie got a clean diaper and we went and got the big girls up from their rooms. And that's when I smelt it. It was like a cross between vomit and diarrhea and the resulting smell punched me in the face as soon as I opened Eloise's bedroom door. I quickly discovered that her diaper had leaked poop all over her crib.
Poor Maisie had to go back to her bassinet and wait while I dealt with the stinky problem at hand. As I ran around starting a load of laundry and putting Eloise into the tub, Maisie cried from her crib. Penny was able to keep her calm with binkies and songs.
But apparently, that wasn't enough excitement for the day. There was also an entire book ripped to shreds coving the floor in Eloise's room. Penny's room, looked like a tornado blew through it--not just because books and toys covered the floor, but also because her mattress was half on the box strings, half on the floor like a slide. However, the worse mess came as I sat nursing Maisie when Penny came and announced that the hall was covered in snow.
I've been doing this mom thing long enough to know, that when your preschooler tells you the hall is covered in snow, it's probably not just in her imagination, but some terrible mess that she thinks cutely resembles snow but that I will see for what it really is--horrifying. And she did not disappoint. From what I can tell, she must have ripped open her pull up, either on purpose or on accident, and the result was diaper gel covering the entire length of the hall. She played in it for a while, then got a spoon and brought it to me to see and told me to smell it. An offer that I instantly declined.
I armed her with a pair of gloves and a grocery bag, and she was able to pick up the bigger piles but the hall remained littered with the stuff. A quick google search, suggested using baking soda to help dry it out so it could be vacuumed up. So now, there is a nice layer of baking soda all over the carpet as well. I'm praying google doesn't fail me and leave me with an even greater mess.
I wish that was the last of it. But it's not. Remember when I said Eloise took a bath? Well, she got out of the bath while I was nursing Maisie, and I wasn't able to get a diaper on her, but she kept assuring me that she didn't need to go to the bathroom. Later, as I finally put her diaper on, she sweetly informed me that she peed in Penny's room. I have yet to find out where.