Snuck out of bed at 5:30 am. Ran a bath. Put coffee on. Washed my hair and laid in the steaming water. Thought soothing thoughts at myself about the upcoming toddler story time, which was a brawl of flying shaker eggs last week. Had just wrapped in a towel and stepped out of the tub when the door burst open. Little girl came running in, fighting with her footie pajamas to get on the toilet. I sat on the floor and helped her out of them, and the teenager ran in with a kitten dribbling runny poop. Tossed kitten into litter box next to me. Husband ran into bathroom, flapping about the trail of kitty diarrhea leading from the boy's bed and down the hall runner. Little girl declared that she needed an english muffin and ran naked out of the bathroom, through the cat poop.
Toddler Storytime Mosh Pit Hour is looking pretty good right now.
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