In a nut shell:
The bathroom door got locked with no one inside (not a pleasant thing when you have to go to the bathroom but can't since the door's locked...)
One of our house phones was found outside with a 2-year-old who was apparently
A large amount of tinted, scented lip gloss was used as a complete make up -- including cleverly shaped eye brows and eye liner.
2-yr-old would not sleep for his nap.
And I'm not even mentioning what happened yesterday because all I can remember is setting my phone down on a window sill but finding a thick layer of chopped up chap stick instead. And I vaguely have a memory of the mud tracked all over the house because 2 small children went out their bedroom window, walked around in the rain and then came back in. Nor am I remembering how the 2-yr-old unwrapped a package of frozen steaks and set them on the stove at supper time. And the stale, dried jalapeno sandwich I found sitting in the living room next to my antique books also fails my memory.
But today is fresh in my memory. A little too "fresh" actually.
I looked outside just after lunch and spied two young children smearing yellowish-snot-type "stuff" all over the swing set platform.
Resting in a bitter, murderous heap lay a broken egg shell.
Do you know how much TWO small children can do with the contents of ONE egg?
I had no idea the volume that's held in ONE egg. Until today. I will never underestimate the power of a raw egg. Again. Ever. Nor my children's abilities to manifest amazing handiwork with said raw egg.
They got it all over the 3'x4' play set platform.
They got it all over their hands.
They got it up and down the frame of the swing set.
They got it all over the dog's head.
They generously lathered it into their hands.
They got it all over the ground.
And they got it to evenly overflow their palms and fingers and then they raved about how soft their skin felt.
Meanwhile, the dog was ravenously licking the egg as fast as she could as it trailed slowly down from the 4' high platform. Egg snot was literally pouring all over the place out there as it pooled through the cracks in the play set platform.
And it was one egg. ONE.
There was so much of that stuff out there, I finally called out and said, "Hey kids, how many eggs do you have out there anyway?"
"Just one, Mom," they called back from their Omega-fatty-acids-complete-with-high-protein-packed-in-a-fresh-brown-shell play.
My greatest disappointment but yet redeeming factor was that it was a farm fresh egg. You see, I pay for farm fresh eggs because I love eating farm fresh eggs so was disappointed we lost one whole egg to complete
As I was getting a jacket out of my closet a little later today, I noticed crushed, brown egg shells on the carpet by the closet. The closet that is far from the play set where the broken egg play took place. The closet surrounded by carpet. The closet you have to go out of your way just to get to. It too had egg remains by it.
And it reminded me once again to never underestimate the power of a farm fresh egg.