From the Home Front

My kids must REALLY love me.

We've had a great day.

We slept in.

At 9AM I decided to get everyone ready to head to the gym.  In my "perfect" world we were hoping to make a weight class at 9:30AM.  I realized that wasn't likely at around 9:14 when I still hadn't dressed all my children or myself.

9:22AM all kids dressed with hair fixed and loaded up in the car.  I run back in to get the kids some pop tarts.

9:24AM we're driving to the gym.

9:32AM we're at the gym and parked.  I decide to feed Solomon in the car "just in case."

We get in the gym and Solomon needs to bed fed, seriously son?

9:50AM I'm finally able to start working out.  No weight class but still a great workout.

11:30AM I pick up the kids and Mali Su (like always) hasn't finished her picture and is trying her hardest to smuggle out an orange/red crayon.  Deep down I just wanted to let her take it, I mean they have an entire bucket of crayons and I'm solo with four kids, one of which will melt down when she has to leave the crayon.  I stayed strong and she had a melt down.  Thankfully it was a walking melt-down and we were still able to get to the car.

We come home, eat lunch, finish coloring pictures from the gym, watch Hercules, and then they ALL go down for naps PERFECTLY.  

1:37PM I put them down, 1:43PM they're all asleep

 

3:51PM we're all starting to wake-up, Malachi cranky of course, but that's how he roles when Jake's not here to love on him when he wakes up, my cuddles are never enough.

4:30PM we play in the rain with umbrellas and eat popsicles.  Don't worry, no thunder or lightning in sight.

Now I'm watching Zelda run around the backyard like a crazy dog because she's scared of the rain drops, and Solomon kick around in his little rocking chair.

Maybe we'll make it through this weekend A-OK.