While holding Madeline yesterday Willow got into my SIL's nail polish (we live with family) and painted her dog. Yes painted. Geoffrey is so humiliated that he will not sit still for pictures but I reassure you that he has at least 12 different colors of nail polish in his fur right now.
We went to the grocery store last night for what was supposed to be a quick trip. First we got distracted by this 80+ year old woman who looked at me and said "Oh you have twins, you poor poor thing" While I held back my urge to yell obscenities at the old witch Ella decided it was the perfect time to poop in her carseat. Not just poop but "poop soup" as we liked to call it at the preschool. One huge blow out all in her carseat. Did I mention we don't have a washer yet? I've been toting laundry back and forth to the laundry mat or my mother's and neither was an option at almost 10pm. So I washed the carseat cover in the bathtub with hot water and a 1/4 cap of tide. Swishing it back and forth and wringing it out while Willow screamed at me that she wasn't sleeping in her own bed and tried to toss blankets and clothes in the tub with the poop soup.
This morning while trying to clean the disaster Willow left in the toy room she went in her room to read some books. I should have known that she was being too quiet because I walked in to find every last one of her sisters' onesies, pants, pajamas and blankets dumped out, trash can knocked over and bed stripped.
It's only 2pm on Saturday and I'm ready to go to sleep and give up on this weekend already.