Let Caitlin pick out an outfit (she selects her signature mismatched brightly colored socks…she is flexing her “creative” muscles, although I’m hoping this trend ends before kindergarten).
Get the baby dressed and fed.
Baby spits up some foul banana/pancake matter on herself, me, and somehow manages to projectile spew a dollop of it on big sister’s clean nap mat sheet I was supposed to bring yesterday but forgot.
Dab the banana/pancake matter off everyone and everything with a clean bib I grab off the mountain of wrinkled clean laundry on top of the dryer.
The hubby throws his “clean” black polo work shirt in the dryer because it has dog hair on it.
Take the girls to daycare and realize that once again it is unseasonably cool out and they are somewhat underdressed (but they have windbreakers at daycare so no prob).
Zip back by the house to grab a DVD needed for work.
The hubby’s “clean” wrinkle resistant khakis look neither clean…nor wrinkle resistant.
Quickly spot iron another pair of pants and drop them by his office on the way to my office. (His office, by the way, is less than a mile from our house so that’s not as bad as it sounds.)
Get stalled on the way because the utility company is trimming trees by power lines.
Realize I have no earrings on, again.
Spend what seems like all morning trying to retrieve the information I need off the ever lovin’ DVD already, which locks up continually.
Go to lunch at Chili’s at 11:30 with the hubby.
Yea for cheeseburgers.