One of those days where nothing seems to go right...We were late leaving for church this morning due to the big kids stalling and fighting, and the little one's cranky mood. Once in the car with sleeping children (Yeah!), and having missed church by this time, we decided to go for a drive. And ended up in Breckenridge. It was pretty, very sunny, and cold up there! We discovered on removing the children from the car that Ellie had an accident in her car seat (no potties on the way up, probably wishful thinking to tell a three year old to "just hold it" for an hour's drive) I scrambled through the various diaper bags and the trunk and managed to find a clean "outfit" for her if you can call it that.
After a brisk walk about the town we headed back to the car but now everyone was hungry. Lunch was Wendy's in the car. Smashed french fries and spilled milk on the back seats. A very pleasant addition to the stench already wafting from the backseat courtesy of the previous potty accident.
The drive back consisted of the two big kids in a WWF punch up in the back seat and William screaming non-stop. All accompanied by the musical stylings of Eleanor singing "Mountains are booooring" over and over. Think of Stillwell Angel from the movie "A League of Their Own" for a mental picture.
We arrived home just in time to throw everyone in the house and change their clothes for swimming class. While I was frantically running about gathering the towels and dry clothes, Paul was frantically cleaning the filth from the back seat of the car. We did make it on time though, so I guess one thing went right! Everyone was starving after class, and we arrived back home to discover the cupboards were bare. Oops! We had forgotten to do our grocery store run. Peanut butter sandwiches everyone?!
Finally it's bedtime for all. Best time of the day!
