Tuesday, September 25, 2007
So Caleb and I were happily making cornbread to go with dinner last night. Everything was running rather smoothly considering the time of day it was and we were thirty seconds from putting the cornbread in the muffin tins and 18 to 20 minutes away from eating dinner. Then the twins teamed up and decided they wanted Caleb's silkie and as Caleb bent down to defend his poor blanket from being dragged off and drooled upon by Team J he lost his balance. In an attempt at stopping his fall, Caleb grabbed hold of the bowl of cornbread and pulled it down on top of his head and both went crashing to the floor. Now we were no longer 18 to 20 minutes away from eating dinner. Now we were one bath, one major cleanup, two fussy babies and another batch of cornbread plus 18 to 20 minutes away from dinner. And I wonder why I'm so exhausted at the end of every day.
posted by Shana # 9:20 AM
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