Monday, Monday

So yeah, after being up so late last night I woke up to the kids chattering in their room at 7:15, feeling very groggy and tired.  I managed to scrape myself out of bed and get them up.  A few minutes later, I hear Brielle yelling for me from their bedroom... this is what greets me.

He saw me, looked around, and said, "Mama, uh oh!"  Sure is a good thing he's  cute.  It wouldn't have been quite so bad, but I had JUST refilled the wipes container yesterday... and he pulled every. single. wipe. out of the box.  Wait, not only did he pull them out of the box, he literally shredded half of them.  So we picked them up and stuffed them back into the box (well, all the ones that weren't in tiny pieces that is) and put them back up on the dresser. 

I went back to the kitchen to finish making breakfast.  It takes a lot of focus to bake when you have a unisom hangover apparently, because next thing I know, I look up and see this...

Yep.  He had quite a bit dumped out, and he was quite proud of himself.  I wiped him off, wiped the kitchen floor, vacuumed the rest of the powder up, and tried to figure out what it was I had been doing.  Besides going shopping for a shelf to put baby wipes and powder on.  And Desitin... that should probably go up there too. 

Right, breakfast.  That's what I was doing.  And my husband sometimes wonders why there are a million half finished projects around the house.  :)  Here's what I put into the oven...

Creeping Crust Fruit Pie

Yum!  The kids were so excited, as they are every time I make this for breakfast.  Can you tell?

Is it done YET?

They hung out there for several minutes, until I convinced Brielle that it would NOT get done any faster if she sat there watching it.  :) 

While that cooked and the kids destroyed the living room played, I examined the fridge for anything containing sugar that would need to be tossed.  This is what I found.

In the baggie at the top is the remnant of Brielle's trial birthday cake.  The bowl contains the rest of the frosting from said cake, and the plate?  That was a piece of Italian cheesecake that a friend brought over for Bible study yesterday.  Why my husband puts things into the fridge uncovered, with a fork, is a mystery to me.  Maybe he thinks it will be quicker when he gets those middle-of-the-night cheesecake cravings.  Who knows.  :)  Anyway, all that went into the garbage... Brielle even helped.

Timer goes off and both kids come racing back to the kitchen.  They hang out, staring at the oven window, while I let it cook for a few more minutes.

Looks yummy!  The kids devoured it, which was good because we had 20 minutes to be out of the house so I could get to the chiropractor.   After that, we drove to the library, parked, and just as we were getting ready to get out, I realized that I don't have a library card!  Not only that, but I don't have a piece of mail or a spare copy of my lease hanging out in my purse with which to get one.  Ugh.  So I break it to Brielle that we won't, in fact, be going to the library.  She was super bummed, and I felt like an idiot.  Please tell me I can blame it on pregnancy brain!  So we settled for coming home, having lunch, and taking naps.  Aaah... naps!  Speaking of which, I suppose I should get in a quick one before Joshua wakes up.