A challenging morning?

You know how you have those days... you know... the ones where you think, "no, no, no, not again! What else can possibly go wrong?" and it is usually right about then that your rhetorical question is answered. Rather loudly. You know, so you know to never ever ask that question again.

It was one of those days folks.

It started off pretty ordinarily really.

Get up
Get the kids some toast
Open laptop to check emails and of course see what happened in the world in the few short hours I was asleep by scrolling down my Facebook news feed. (just for the record, someone couldn't sleep, someone else was apparently "very drunk lol lol lol "(but managed to access their FB account and type perfectly - pfft), oh and of course someone decided I wanted to wake up to a dozen or so YouTube clips of their favourite obscure band on the news feed - delete delete delete)

So Jaz was playing little people and singing a made up song to the tune of Frere Jacques, all made up songs are sung to the tune of Frere Jacques and Kayde was busy crawling around and climbing and exploring and throwing things and making banging sounds.

"Mum, Kayde smells bad"

without looking up from coffee, breakfast, laptop "oh, ok hun, thank you for telling Mummy, I'll fix him in a tic"

approximately one minute passes

"Mum, Kayde has poo on him, Mum it's everywhere ewwwww"

At this point every swear word in the universe was rolling around in my head and threatening to escape via my mouth.

I look up to see Kayde sitting on top of the play table, playfully splashing in a big pile of *ahem* poop. The chair he has used to climb onto the table was covered in a thick layer of the putrid stuff, he was splashing it onto the wall, it was up his arms, in his hair... yep... nice...

I grabbed him and ran him to the bathroom, rinsed him off and ran him a bath. Dried and clothed I strapped locked secured popped him into the high chair and gave him his morning tea and a sippy cup of milk to keep him restrained occupied while I had the joyous task of cleaning the table, chair, wall, floor - you know, the entire room!

As I just finished throwing the soiled clothes into the washing machine and the house smelled oof pine o clean I once again hear Jaz call out to me:

"Muuuummm, Kayde's making a big mess again!"

What could he possibly be doing now???? He's in his high chair!

Milk. The milk was everywhere! The valve had come out of the 'spill proof' sippy cup and there was milk everywhere. Kayde was once again splashing in it. On the high chair tray was a big milky mess and it had been flung for several feet. Splattering curtains and bench tops, carpets (despite the presence of a spill mat beneath the high chair) and there was some dripping down the walls too, oh and of course Kayde was dripping from head to toe! How much do those darned sippy cups hold? What? Was it like Mary Poppins carpet bag? Did it have no limits?

*SIGH*

I once again cleaned up and opened up the back door and encouraged the kids to play outside for a while and burn off some energy. All was good as I pottered around and cleaned the house, hung out some washing and organised to go to a meeting for my new business.

I brought the kids back inside and cleaned them up. I put a third outfit on Kayde and got Jaz re-dressed (apparently sandpit play involves partially undressing and completely covering all clothing in wet sand). Once this was done I decided I deserved a loo break myself. Big mistake! Huge!

Jaz appeared at the toilet door with a worried look on her face.

"Mum, I dropped the puffer wheats (Honey Wheats are 'puffer wheats' in our house)"

"Did you have milk on them?"

"No, I was putting them away. The box went on the floor"

"So you just dropped the box on the floor and some spilled?"

"Yeah"

"No worries mate, Mummy will clean them up when I come out ok?"

Sure... that would have worked a treat... But when I got to the kitchen (and I am wishing I had taken a photo but I didn't) what I found would have been entertaining if it was anyone elses child. But it wasn't. It was Kayde.
The entire contents of the bulk box of cereal was on the kitchen floor and Kayde was in the middle, laying on them and rolling around while laughing and shoving his cute pudgy fists, full of 'puffer wheats' into his mouth. He resembled a rum ball that had been rolled in coconut. He was covered in 'puffer wheats' from head to toe. Literally. They were stuck to his hair, all over his clothes and I even found some caught in between his toes!!!

After changing him for a fourth time I had to leave the rest of the mess and head to my meeting. I ran late. For my first business meeting. And when I told them I had had a bit of a challenging morning I really don't think they realised, just how much of an understatement that was!

What do you consider a challenging morning with your gorgeous little people?