So---that extra five minutes of sleep really didn't pay off today....

I can hear the girls playing quietly.  The quietly part should have been my first clue.  However, my brain doesn’t really turn on until after a cup of coffee.  As I peel myself out of bed after that extra 5, OK, maybe extra 10 minutes of sleep, I think (in my caffeine deprived muddled mind) “Great, the girls are playing quietly instead of insisting on breakfast, I’ll take 5 more minutes and get ready" (which basically involves all of putting on sweat pants  and brushing teeth).  So I “get ready,” head out………What’s that burning smell?????? My caffeine deprived mind kicks into overdrive as I run to Chloe’s room.  Everything appears OK, a mess again, as the girls have gotten out numerous toys as always…..but there’s that burning smell….. “Girls do you smell something burning?”  Innocent looks….. I spot it, a little twirly-whirly windmill with the end burned off.   “K-Rae, why is the end burned off this windmill?”………. “I was roasting it like a hot dog!” (in the heater…..) As I slow down and take a better look around, I see a full fledged picnic/campfire was in the works…the hot cocoa mix, jam, peanut butter,  and jar of mixed nuts have all been hauled to Chloe’s room to feed the hungry teddy bears.  OK, Kelsie “Time-out”---must call RyDaddy for advice, as my brain isn’t quite functional enough at this time of day to figure out how to deal with a three-year-old attempting to roast hot dogs in the heater.  At times like these, I thank God for the angels that I know are watching over us.  K-Rae probably has multiple angels attempting to keep track of her that have to work overtime…and I also wonder if I will truly survive this motherhood business with any sanity left intact at all. And in case you don’t appreciate this blog enough…in the few minutes it has taken to process these few lines, I have stopped and started these thoughts multiple times…..while taking Little Miss Mae potty again, even though she just went 30 minutes ago, giving the appropriate “Yeah K-Rae!” cheer  for K-Rae getting her poopy prize, managed to find a “potty chair” for Winnie the Pooh to use, and threatened to give away all the girls' toys to goodwill, if they don’t play with them instead of trying to help me type on the  computer.  Please tell me I’m not the only mom to make this threat!---and it's only Monday! 

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