in me today. Started just right..getting up 15 minuted before the kids to be out of the house for piano at 7:15. But they did manage to get ready and out the door, even little Freedom was dressed, wearing matching socks and brushed her hair before heading to the car to eat breakfast (drive through Momdonalds happens in our house. Keep fruit and muffins ready for days such as this…). Asher managed to destroy only half of the whole house by this time. And poop all over his bed. Again.
Zoe had a dentist appointment this morning, left a little late (the horse, I mean dog, got loose and gave Zoe a rush, it was a highlight in an otherwise hurried moment considering she was in the van and the horse, I mean dog, was not.) I managed to miss the train but catch the traffic left in it wake so made a polite call letting the hygenist know I was a few minutes behind. Got there, carried the kids in from the othersie of Winnipeg where there was available parking (maybe only a block awa, but it was sub zero, all my socks were in the dryer and both kids were crying..so cut me some slack 
) ) and the apointment went well.
The van.
Yes, the van happened. It didn’t start. So like a true woman I called my husband at work, perhaps thinking that while he was tube feeding he could slip on his cape and tights and during sensory development transport himself in the blink of an eye to the damsel in distress (by this I mean freaking out freezing and unreasonable wife) and magincally make the van start, making it back before his boss ntoiced that one week into school he was missing. He politely told me to call a tow truck and get a boost. While I crying (it was a long morning by this time) like a boob for no reason (hormones, I love em) I realized that it was that easy. So me and my three children sat in the cold van for an hour before a nearby business opened up and we congregated in their doorway trying to look inconspicuous. Hmmm…a distraught mother, her crying one year old, her three year old daughter who thinks she is a brontosaurus in a tutu and Zoe, who was just cold. I mean I wear a tights and my sunday best to the dentist too when its 120 below..anyways all of us standing in the doorway of a high end bridal salon. Blending in. Right.
Get the can boosted after two hours of waiting patiently, but at least by this time I could feel my feet and the kids looked more like people and less like mini snowmen with great pigmentation. I made it home after dropping Zoe off at school. Got the kids in my arms, started to head back to the house and forgot about the horse, I mean the dog. Lost (dropped) my coffee when I greeted rather aggressivley, but the dog seemed to enjoy it, so I guess all was not a loss. I think she is currently trying to scale the garage, a puppy on caffeine. Entertainment at the purest level.
Got the kids lunch (by this I mean leftovers, by this time I was feeling good that they were eating hot food in any form, besides chicken noodle soup always tastes better the second day). Got Asher into bed. It was quiet. I mean scary quiet. Calm before the storm quiet. Then after about 20 minutes he cries. I check on him and somehow the little guy got the lid off his bottle and poured it all over his bed. Who does that??? How did he do it? Stripped his bed, got him back into bed (he was VERY happy about this) and got Abby into bed. Here I sit ready to watch geoclimatic formations of Eastern Canada by Professor Iwishiwasinteresting while Asher HAPPILY attemps to sleep (or tear apart his bed, make a mess, poop in it and cry..whichever happens first).
I would attempt to spell check this post, but really I am okay with the fact that my spelling probably sucked, and half my words are probably mixed up. It is just one of those days.
their car/van/thing with wheels and seatbelts. Its called 
