I mentioned earlier how I like to be showered and ready before my kids wake up. This is not because I am disciplined (so laughable!) or have my life together. It’s because showering while Ada and Jasper are up and about leads to nothing but trouble. As I found out yesterday. This is what I saw as I walked into the family room after getting ready yesterday morning. Evidently the game cupboard had been ransacked:
If that wasn’t awful enough, the babies (they’re not really babies. They are two and three. But the children are divided into two parts: the big kids and the babies. It will remain thusly for the rest of their lives) also came across my basket of mismatched socks. Of course it has about 200 socks, all without a significant other. What fun are socks in a basket? They are somehow more entertaining strewn across the floor.