RELAX GRAMA

 Not very often do I have a day like yesterday.  I should have worn my combat boots.  My little ones are usually quite good.  We have good times. Yesterday,  the stars must have been aligned wrong, the universe out of sinc. Whatever.  It started out with Sam, who by the way has reflexes so quick, and who by the way, has taught me to up my reflexes a notch. I'm usually a step ahead of him. Not today! He needed a change, so I left Jake in charge of Dylan and off Sam and I went to the changing table. He was loaded! I had no sooner untaped his diaper (filled to the brim) when he snatched it and hucked it across the room! (contents flying everywhere) of course his little bottom was a mess and of course he was ready to jump off the table.  Legs flying, grama screaming, I cleaned him up, diapered him, put him in his crib, then went about his room gathering up the contents of the diaper. (hopefully Abby doesn't run into anything I may have missed).  After this adventure Sam decided to move and knock down all bar stools which ended up in the laundry room, while Jake was balancing himself on the back of the couch - as if it was a balance beam, when I reacted to this saying he might hurt himself Jake told me to, "Relax Grama". Then Jake's new Star Wars lego's started falling apart and Grama didn't know how to put it back together, at this point Jake fell apart sobbing - I suggested a nap and Jake asked me, "are you insane?" at which point I started questioning myself - am I? Sam went down for his nap - at last...it was exactly 20 minutes. So those two decided to cry the rest of the afternoon - together.

Dylan said "I'm not saying a word".

I came home and went to bed.