Ah Friday. The end of the work week (for most) and beginning of a relaxing weekend. Ha. Yeah. Right. If only I was that lucky. This morning I woke up at a bright and early 6 am with 3 kids waking up long before they were ready to. For those of you without children, that meant lots of screaming and crying. But we powered through. Once I prepared their gourmet breakfast (that's how my kids roll folks lol!) of bacon, fresh fruit, and a waffle, I began cleaning. Of course as I'm in the middle of attempting to unload the dishwasher while peyton is occupied in her high chair (which by the way she MUST be contained while I do that or else I would have no dishes and a broken dishwasher) I started smelling gas. My first thought was YAY ME! I'M SO LUCKY! Unfortunately for you my mental sarcasm doesn't come across in black and white. So I call the gas company, and after about 5 attempts of trying to reach a human being I finally succeed in my mission. They come out and tell me what I already knew, which is that it's the heat. Luckily I was smart enough to marry a very well qualified HVAC tech. So problem solved. GO ME!
Now I have the fun job of getting the kids back to their interrupted routine. See here's the thing, with 3 kids under 4 you MUST have a routine. If not, you'll die. Really, you will just fall over dead right there smack in the middle of the floor. It's happened. I promise. It's called SPDS. Sudden parent death syndrome. It's a horrible epidemic our nation has been sweeping under the rug for too long in my humble opinion. There are ways to prevent SPDS a generous amount of coffee, followed by at least a 5 minute shower and the ability to brush your teeth in any room of the house, followed by the loss of all modesty and realization that if you want to pee you're going to have to live with 3 people walking in on you or trying to climb in your lap. Spread the word folks, save us all from SPDS.
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