And that’s how I ended up with someone peeing on my dryer.
Step one: fingerpainting
which led to: two girls mixing colors. An educational experience.
which led to: them rubbing the finger paints all over their arms and face
which led to: two little girls in a wicked witch of the west shade of green
which led to: putting them clothed into the bathtub
which led to: them getting their clothes wet
which led to: putting their clothes in the dryer
which led to: my showing them how to run the dryer because I’m forever trying to teach them independence and how to master their environment
in the meantime: Cadrian woke up screaming from where he had been sleeping snuggled in the wrap on my chest
which led to: my forgetting I had left the footstool by the dryer
which led to: my sitting down to nurse him with the objective of reading to the girls
which led to: my hearing plaintive wails of “mama, ‘tared” (scared)
which led to: Aviana, go see where your sister is.
which led to: She’s stuck up on top of the dwyer.
which led to: my hollering across the house, “Brielle! Turn around and climb down!”
which led to: Mama, ‘tared!
which led to:several identical exchanges until I got it through my thick head she wasn’t going to be climbing down by herself
which led to: my nurse walking to the laundry room for an assist
which led to: discovering she was standing in a muddy yellow puddle
(muddy because her feet were dirty, which come to think of it, I have no idea when we went outside in that little scenario, …)
(Oh, yeah, we walked down to mail some announcements and thank-you cards while the clothes were drying…)
Only 2 hours to lunch time!