Today was a pretty normal day around here. Children up by 6:30 am, Greg out the door to work on time, outting to the local library, home for lunch, naps, etc.... I've been getting the hang of having two children, for the most part, but then about 5:00 pm hit and all of that fantasy was quickly disspelled!

To set the scene- Clare's two front teeth are coming in, and she is not a happy teether. And Reed has been doing awesome with potty training this week. No more pull-ups when we're at home, so that means "when you gotta go, you gotta go!"

Greg called as usual to say he was on his way home. Clare was getting fussy, so I put her in her chair to feed her dinner. She's getting to the point where she doesn't want to sit back in the chair, so I must stand right next to her since we put her chair on top of the table to feed her. Then Reed runs in to say he has to go potty. I asked if he could wait a minute, knowing full well that's a ridiculous question for a 3 year old. He said yes, but I knew better.

Let me skip ahead a little to say that come to find out- he had already gone some and now this mess was on my kitchen floor. I grabbed Clare and we ran to the bathroom with Reed. I briefly laid Clare on my king sized bed, and she quickly started rolling, so I picked her back up and put her in her crib- which really ticked her off!

So now I had a mess in the kitchen and bathroom, Reed needed new clothes and was now preoccupied with getting a reward for his 'deed', Clare was screaming and still only halfway through her dinner. UHHHH!!!

For anyone wondering when we're planning on Child #3- are you nuts???