It has finally sunk in and I'm feeling a little frantic. In the middle of the night I woke up and realized: What if I have to wipe a bum? I can NEVER just set the baby down! So what do I do when I'm on the plane nursing a baby and having to wipe a bum at the same time?!?? So yes, I've been trying just not to think about the flight because there's just not a whole lot I can do about it - except worry, so I've been trying to ignore it. It's probably just a given that at some point I will be trying to juggle a nursing baby and 3 nutcases and will probably flash the whole plane. It's probably a given that I will (again) have to spend 20 minutes sticking my head out the lavatory door suggesting people go use another one since my toddler will possibly be in there until the plane lands. And it's probably a given that I will just shut my eyes and pretend that I, too, am wondering who's screaming child that is over there across the aisle.
So today I've been frantically trying to tie up loose ends and get stuff ready so I can be gone for a month and a half. And the house went crazy! Not only was I running back and forth between rooms feeling all over the place and frenzied, but every time I'd come out to the kids it was total mayhem. First these kids are going to eat me out of house and home. Not 10 minutes after breakfast I come out to this sight:
Ashton rummaging around in the cupboards helping himself to granola bars and whatever else he could find in there (with no pants and a bum full of un-wiped poop); and yes, that's Phoenix tipping back on a Costco-sized jug of honey. Good grief.
Then we find Ashton had so sweetly covered little baby Diesel in his blanky that was soaked in pee from his morning bed-wetting episode.
After I go put that in the wash I turn back around to find one kid chasing down another kid with the powered on dustbuster, while the third is balancing the 4-foot long squeegee over his head trying to clean the ceiling light fixtures....
Ten minutes after that I hear Ashton howling for help and go in to find he's trapped himself in a butterfly net and can't get it off....
Honestly if I even make it to the plane alive it might be a miracle.
Luckily the little butterball takes it all in stride.
Takes whatever toys his brothers decide to pile on him that day.
And entices us to at least stop and smile for a few minutes amidst all the craziness!