Somebody smack me!
Well, it’s one o’clock. The speech therapist will be here in a mere ninety minutes. Have I cleaned anything? Oh, hell no! Well, I unloaded the dishwasher, but that’s it. The playroom is a freakin’ PIT, and she won’t even be able to sit down on the floor with the kids. Am I cleaning? No! I’m eating a chili dog. (It’s fat free, with 98% fat free Hormel turkey chili. Yummy.) And all the kids are in their cribs, and nobody’s sleeping. They’re all wondering, I’m sure, why they’re in their cribs this early in the day. They usually don’t go down until at least 1:30. I wonder if I can get the speech therapist lady to change our standing appointment from 2:30 to 3:30 or even just 3:00? I’m definitely going to ask her, because I’m sure it’s hard for my kids to “perform” well for her when their daily schedule is all out of whack.
Okay, off for some marathon cleaning! (Seriously, I should take a before picture of the playroom, because I don’t think it’s ever looked this bad! The toys are taking over!!)
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Laura, also known as LaLaGirl, is the mother of a teenager and two young sets of twins. She's happily married, loves living in Colorado, and writes almost daily about married life, raising multiples, and parenting a child with autism.
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