Lost

On the last day before school, we went to the pool.  E often holds my rings while I put sunscreen on all the kids, but this time our carefully laid plans went awry - and my wedding ring ended up in the grated gutter of the pool.

While we are working on getting it back (highschool and college swim employees require lots of talking to, I'll tell you what!) we have to wait until they drain the pool.  Hopefully my ring does not head out to the duck pond.

Meanwhile, I am wearing the following:

this is an actual gumball ring I obtained in college and used to wear then because I liked it.  I guess it's good I kept it around all these years.

Of course, if the ring is lost forever I plan on picking a different fake ring. 

and then...

... at the end of the day, I discovered something fuchsia had melted in the dryer and all my children's clothes now have fuchsia streaks...

Wow.

If you want to destroy my sweater (morning) grab a string, and walk away...

Last night, after getting Baby S to sleep, I went in to check on the other cherubs in my life. Usually they are perfect about this time of night. As I entered the room, I noticed a smell.

Throw-up? No.
Stinky diaper? No.

I began moving from child to child to see who was emanating this smell. I don't know why I saved her for last, since I knew it must be her.

And it was. Good old Meggie. Covered from head to toe - literally - in Hello Kitty lip gloss. She had also covered her (naked) American Girl doll and several other sundry items.

At this time, I was amused. Good-spirited. Jovial. I laughed and thought: "Oh that Meggie!"

Flash-forward to 6:30 (actually 5:30 to my body).

Baby S is awake. And he thinks night-time is over. He eats at 8:00, then at 2:00, then at 5:00.... on a good night. And then he thinks night-time has ended. I do not agree. And by 7:00, when the other cherubs have disappeared and produced real live awake children, I am no longer amused by last night's antics.

I begin cleaning M. Two shampoos later, her hair is still sparkly and sticky from lip gloss. I give up. I tell her to get dressed, and I begin on the American Girl doll. She has pink eye. Every time her eyes roll back into her head, they come back covered in pink gloss. She also looks ready to go sunbathing. Her skin is covered in a greasy sheen - not much different from tanning lotion. I give up. I move on to the bed.

At this time,GQ asks if he can put his Buzz Lightyear costume on. I tell him to wait until we put his clothes on. He leaves. I go back to cleaning the bed. Then he comes back.

With hot pink fingernail polish all over his face.

Which, upon further inspection, is also spilled all over the green carpet in my bedroom.

All before 8:00!!! Such lovely cherubs.

So, if you see us today and we smell like lip gloss, fingernail polish, and carpet cleaner... you'll know why.