survival of the fittest

the dreaded week has arrived.

shaun left yesterday morning for general assembly for the week.

i am all alone. with three little girls.

day one was a success. eva learns her first cuss word (see yesterday's post) we survived the zoo, a little afternoon nap for lily & claire, play with neighbor, dinner, and a drawn out bed time.

night one:

• girls to bed before 8 p.m.
• lily up at 7:45 p.m. to go potty
• lily up at 8:30 p.m. to change her short sleeved jammies because they are too hot. she wants the long sleeved jammies. don't even try to get logical with her on this one. she also wants another dry diaper.
• lily up at 9:00 p.m. she "has some more pee."
• lily up at 1:45 a.m. her cup needs more water
• me up at 5:00 a.m. to nurse claire
• eva up at 6:15 a.m. i send her back to bed because "FOR PETE'S SAKE IT'S NOT EVEN 6:30 a.m. YET!"
• eva up at exactly 6:30 a.m.
• i am tired.

day 2:

• girls hang out with amy, our awesome babysitter, for the morning (claire goes with me)
• lily poops enough to warrant her clothes being washed at amy's house
• claire poops her diaper
• lily pees out of her pull up and on the floor of the awesome red mini van that brought sexy back, and all over her flip flops
• claire poops her diaper
• lily pees out of her pull up and on my couch and floor
• claire poops her diaper
• lily pees on the ottoman
• claire poops her diaper
• lily poops her diaper at the baird's house (who so graciously invited us over for dinner)
• charlie barfs on the floor
• charlie barfs on the stairs
• i really wish lily was potty trained
• i would really like new furniture

what will tomorrow bring?

• i should go to bed.