Lots of Wash

You'll very rarely hear my complain about my children and messes. They're good kids and really for the most part have never made a huge mess until today.

I was on the computer and Sienna was next to me playing Bill's keyboard and singing....super cute. She jumps up and said she had to pee, great. She does very well with this, she goes in and does her thing with minimal help from mom. I get up about 30 or so seconds later to go see about the progress and my bathroom has been decorated in poop. Apparently she didn't realize she had to do "that". It's in the potty (yea) it's on the floor (not so good) and it's now all over her. On her legs, on her clothes and then come to find out all over her hands. I couldn't decide what to clean up first but I did pick Sienna. I was helping her off with her clothes and of course to stabilize herself she holds onto me. So now I'm covered in poop. I seriously have no idea what happened b/c I'm pretty sure she actually made it to the potty!? So, off with her clothes and now off with mine and I throw it in the washer (but didn't start it). This is important for later.

She up we go naked except for brandon and I put them in the bath. Were not off to a good morning but we have it under control now. Clean kids, smell good, all dressed so I go and take my shower. I go into my closet to get dressed and the kids follow me in which is normal. I walked out for maybe 15 seconds and Brandon comes running out with what looks like blood all over his arm and hand. Still not dressed I ask him repeatedly what happened because I thought he was hurt when I realize it's paint. Burnt Siena to be exact, ironic huh. Sienna had found a box that I had paint in, and had it everywhere. I'm pretty sure she thought it was lotion. I wash Brandon up quick and take his clothes off which are now covered in paint. So now were both half naked and Sienna has gone back into her room and is now playing perfectly clean. I go into my closet and there's paint on the carpet and nice Jackson Pollock type streaks on the bottom shelves where my shirts are. A few of the T-shirt I just throw out right away but then I notice that the pile of white shirts (I like white T's of every type and have a stack of them b/c I ware them all the time) are streaked with paint too. I take the stack of them and run down to the washing machine to see if I can get the paint out before it dries. Do you see where I'm going with this? Yes, Poopy clothes in the washer which I take out to now wash my shirts in. Ugh.

So now I have wrestled with poop, paint, cat puke and public toilets today and I'm ready for a break. My days really aren't like this but today, well, I think I'm being tested.