Half-Eaten Apple Kinda Day

At 9:30 this morning I was surfing the web in my bathrobe when the doorbell rang. Anders and Addie were cheering, "Play group is at our house today! Yay!" Addie's part of a playgroup with 3 other little girls her age, and they're dropped off once a week at someone's house. No one told me this week it was at my house. Oy. I had to put on my bra, answer the door and entertain them for an hour and a half. Don't worry, I was wearing more than just a bra. I had socks on, too. And pants and a shirt, you sillies. Addie, however, was naked from the waist down. Except for her dress-up shoes.

After the little girls left, it was time to get Anders ready for preschool. Out to the van we went. Dead. Deader'n a doornail. I called my good friend up the street, who let me use her van to take him. Fortunately, I still have the neighbor's battery charger in my garage from when this happened last week.

I went visiting teaching while Anders was at preschool. Addie refused to wear shoes or a coat, which was perfect since it was 25 degrees outside and we didn't have a car to ride in. During the visit, she pooped her pants (she's in panties again, and now that the Prozac's kicked in I'm determined). I cleaned her up in this dear woman's bathroom, and then she wore this dear woman's daughter's pants. Once outside to leave, Addie realized her mistake of not wearing shoes, so I had to carry her, Aani, and the diaper bag home.

When it was time to get Anders from preschool, the van was charged. Halle-frickin'-luja. We got home, and the kids were of course STARVING to death. I opened the fridge to get them an apple and found this sight.


Seeing these half-eaten apples was just a perfect fit for the theme of my day.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go shower now that it's after 3:00 in the afternoon.

Love and Blessings,
Katrina