It is hard getting out of the house with two little ones.
I don't know how people do it with more than two. God bless 'em.
Wake up, today it happened to be by TJ coming into our room and talking really loudly to me about something, crawling on me and telling me "it's time to get up, Mama," eat breakfast, ok, now go potty TJ and then put on your underwear.
He decides this is a good time to start a puzzle.
"TJ, go put on your underwear!" - he goes into his room - oh good, I think, he's doing it. I'll take care of Julia now, change her diaper, clean up a little from breakfast. Julia seems tired, so I read her a story and put her into her crib.
Go into TJ's room, he's sitting on his floor reading a book.
"TJ! Put on your underwear! Time to get dressed so we can go."
I need a cup of coffee, walk into the kitchen and get it. About five minutes later, TJ walks out wearing his Elmo underwear.
I can hear Julia making noise.
"Good job TJ! Now let's get you dressed."
Grab pants, shirt, socks, plop him onto the green couch. "No! The red couch!" Luckily he lets me dress him today. He should be doing it himself.
Julia is not sleeping.
I get an email on my phone I need to reply to, grab Julia and go upstairs to check the info. He comes up, "what are you doing?" he asks. I tell him.
"TJ, time to brush your teeth." He runs and hides behind the shade. If it's downstairs, he hides behind the couch cushion.
Phone rings. It's my friend, wanting us to go to the Children's Museum. Not today, thanks.
Finally get his teeth bushed after putting him into time out.