My morning started like most... Addison waking the house up before anyone is ready, Claire goo-ing and hitting me in face to see her sister, John grumbling in the bathroom... etc. When I finally made it to the coffee pot, there wasn't anymore coffee and I had to dig out the emergency multi-pack. Then, Addy wanted my breakfast and not hers. About 7, I started gearing us in the direction of getting ready to go to the gym. I got Addy dressed and hair fixed and THEN she said she had to go potty.
Yeah, right. I'm on to you, kid. You are just in it for the M&M's.
Sure enough, she DID NOT have to go potty. So, we had to re-dress. Then I got myself dressed, and remembered to feed Trixie. Addison says she wants to help me get Baby Claire dressed and she helped me pick out her outfit, which reminded me that I needed to get their laundry done, or they would be wearing only diapers and t-shirts. So, we get baby Claire dressed and then gave her her reflux medicine. So, I got her up off the bed, and we had a few minutes to spare, so, I thought, "Hey I'll get that laundry in the washing machine and multi-task while we are at the gym. Score!!" But then, Baby Claire spit up on myself and her, but mostly on the floor. I surveyed the damage and decided, we could both just wear a little spit up and put her on her blanket to play while I got the laundry together. I got ALL the laundry the in washing machine ( including the spit rags and pj's that had taken up residence on my bed and in my bathroom.). So,I go to pick up Baby Claire to put her in the car seat( we are right on time for the nursery to be open, which is a major score, because I strive for that every morning) and notice she has gotten ahold of Addison's bowl with her forgotten breakfast pastry ( Pop-Tart- don't judge) in it. She is covered in this Pop-Tart. So, we HAVE to do an outfit change. I just changed her little onesie shirt and I picked her up off the changing table and she SPITS UP AGAIN. UGH. I just wipe it off with a baby wipe, put a bib on her, and stuck in the car seat. I mean, really, who needs more than 3 outfit changes before 8:00?
If you are wondering, we made it to the gym by 8:10. Close enough to count, right?
One Thing Before I Leave…
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