This is about the daily grind with young kids ages 8, 6, and 2 and everything that goes with it. From wishing I were somewhere else (more often than you would like to know) to how I'm managing to get through the day without totally losing the plot. My oldest has Asperger's and Sensory Processing Disorder. And he's the best behaved out of the whole lot.
I have no idea how this happened but when I went into the laundry room I found Gracie firmly wedged in one of the crocks I use to store the kids socks.
We have this routine after dinner. I loosen up her bib and she rips it off, runs down to the laundry room and shoves it in the washer. She laughs hysterically. For whatever reason she thinks its the funniest thing ever. I go with it since she's actually putting her clothes away. Something I've yet to teach the older two.
I guess she did this before throwing the bib in the washer. Slacker.
She actually gave up and started sorting socks. Amazing. Could you even imagine the language if that was my ass stuck in there?!? I don't think, hell I know, there's not enough soap in the world to wash my mouth out and get it clean again. And I would most definitely NOT be sorting socks.
And yes, we do have shirts...I took it off since she didn't like dinner and stuffed it all down the front of her. She's as cheeky as the rest of them...