Everyone who knows us, knows this story was coming. It was pretty crazy with four young children at home at one time. As the last two arrived, the older ones were moving on and in school all day. Do the math, not so many kids at home, the days become easier. There is no logical math in parenting! Days and hours add up, that is true but the work increases in bizarre ways. The workload never decreases. It never gets easier, it just gets different. I will swear that sometimes I parent now more than I did when they were little. But, I digress!
Four smiling children left for school one morning, or rather, I took them to school. This involves loading six small children in various states of dress into the car and driving to two different schools and then back home. The whole process takes about 45 minutes just for the drive. This does not include the time it takes to get them into and out of the car. "Pook" and "The Surprise" were still at home with me. I did not send any of my children to preschool. It is my sincere belief that they need time with Mom and time to be little and loved by me. Those of you who have young children, know that two children can be a handful, especially when they are energetic boys ages four and two.
We had our usual day of me desperately drinking that first cup of coffee to function, straightening up the kitchen, wading through the daily six loads of laundry, sometimes cleaning bathrooms, picking up toys, trying to plan dinner... well, you get the idea. I would get some peace during naps and I tried very hard to get the boys to nap at the same time. My other moment of peace would come when I sat them down for a meal or snack.
This was a particularly hectic day. The boys had just woken up from their naps. "Pook" was in shorts and barefoot, "The Surprise" was in a diaper and t-shirt. Both of them were sitting at the breakfast counter having a snack. "Pook" never sat still for long. At some point he had climbed down off his chair and was on the floor under the counter. I know I was somewhere in the kitchen with them, but cannot remember exactly what I was doing at the time. My memory has been erased by the vision of my four year old making a sour looking face and telling me that the raisins don't taste good. I turned and saw him picking up raisins off the floor. Wait! I hadn't given them raisins to eat!. In seconds, I scooped him off the floor and ran him to the sink and started brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth. If you haven't guessed by now, some little "pooplets" had come out of his brother's diaper and relocated themselves on the floor. I was horrified! "Pook" was not scarred by the incident at all, but believe me I was!
Later that day, we made our rounds and picked up the older kids from their schools. After we got home, of course the kids were all starving and looking for snacks. In the middle of the rush to find food, "Pook" announced to his siblings, "Guys, whatever you do, don't eat the 'rainsins'. They aren't really 'rainsins'." The gang all looked to me for an explanation. It has become one of our favorite stories. I think "Pook" even got a stuffed raisin in his Christmas Stocking that year! Kids and moms can survive a lot, can't they! :)
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