Mascara in My pocket

So while you are getting ready in the morning, and almost all your make up and hair is done but your mascara - which is in your hand almost ready to apply - you of course get interupped by your 6 year old telling you that your two year old is in the paint. Crap!!! So you hurry and pick up your 8 month old off the bathroom floor so she doesn't crawl and get into something naughty while you are gone, and stash your mascara in your pocket. You find your two year old painting himself and the kitchen chair - which of course is fabric with the painting box that was left down on the kitchen counter by his dad. Who of course pulled it out to help build and paint your 8 year old's first pinewood derby car. Which looks totally awesome. So you carefully take the paint brush away from your two year old and carefully pick him up - because you are finally showered and dressed and you don't want to do that again today. Then you dump him in the tub - clothes and all and first try and wash his hands. Then you work on the shirt so you can take off the shirt and on to the pants and rinse them really good in the tub. Drain all the blue water and rinse the tub and fill it up. Then after he is totally striped down you enroll your 6 year old to watch him in the tub. Check on the baby who is crawling around and heading towards the bathroom with your 6 and 2 year old. Grab diaper wipes, because lets face it they wipe off way more then bums, and start to clean off the chair. But soon you figure out you better just stick the whole chair in the tub to get it clean. Then you proceed to look at the paint bottle that he got into and need to call poison control just to be safe because your two year old also has a blue tongue. Whew he is going to be fine. The two year old is done in the tub, so you must wrap him up and lotion and put cream all over his body because he has eczema all over him, and has really dry sensitive skin. So onto the second set of clothes. Which reminds you that you really need to do laundry because it is laundry day and you will soon run out of clothes the rate the day is started. You get him entertained, check on the baby and make sure the bathroom door is shut. Then you wheel the kitchen chair which is still blue into your bathroom to spray off in the shower. Once that is done, and amazingly enough the blue is gone, you rinse out the shower because it is now blue. You still haven't had breakfast, so you cook up oatmeal and slice an apple on top because you are trying to be good. The two year old insists on you sharing so you scoop up some and put it into his bowl. You eat. The baby is hungry and so you get her a bottle and sit at the computer to waste time, but enjoying watching the royal wedding, and dinking around because you needed a break. After a while you get up and notice a lump in your pocket and remember you still haven't put your mascara on. So you zip in to the kids bathroom and apply it. And hey since it has been sitting in your pocket for over an hour it applies and goes on really smoothly. You leave the kids' bathroom and unfortunately leave the door open. As you head over the the computer to write a witty post about your day, your two year old seems to move fast and your six year old is telling you that he has got the body wash all over his hands and is pouring it in the garbage. Thankfully he only got his hands, so you clean him up again, and send him on his way, with the door shut. You go write your post, (really to show what such a typical day looks like in our house and it is only 10:30) which took too much time, and you realize that you need to start the laundry.

Oh well my mascara looks great.