Tie-dyed 

With only a few minutes until the bus was to roll up in front of our house this morning, Jack broke into Charlie’s therapy box and found a rainbow palette of craft paint which he opened and used to tie-dye the stairs, the rugs in the entry, and the walls. 

At some point as we scrubbed the rugs, which unfortunately remain tie-dyed, I told Dutch that this is why we need to live in cardboard. Smeared paint? Code Brown? Spilled Coke/applesauce/GoGurt? No problem, just pick up some more cardboard. Voilà. Problem solved.

In hindsight I sound so cool and collected about it, but in reality I said some hearty swears.

The boys boarded the bus. Truman went to preschool, and I Could. Not. Even. Until I drank a big Coke. 

And then the rest of the day was pretty great. I went to Costco to replenish the foodstuffs pillaged by the guys over spring break. It was just me and every single other mom of many kids there plus all retirees in the valley. Basically a zoo, but we got it done.

I took a walk to the park with Truman and bumped into people I like on the way there and the way back.

I had chips and hummus for lunch. 

There was laundry, of course. 

And emailing people, and calling people.

I played “If You Could Hie to Kolob” and “Be Still My Soul” on the piano for the guys when they got home and were inhaling cheese and chocolate milk and Apple Jacks.

The sun flooded my kitchen and family room during the pre-dinner witching hour, a small, vital infusion of life during the hairiest part of the day.

We had Family Night, and it was sort of okay. Jack sat in the tee pee, Charlie lined up superhero therapy cards, and Truman rolled around on the floor. We sang, prayed, and talked about our eternal spirits. I’m not sure how much sunk in, but there was togetherness and I wasn’t swearing.

I ate Girl Scout Thin Mints. They really go down smooth, you guys.

Dudes went to bed without fuss. Boom.

I climbed into bed at 8:58.

  3 comments for “Tie-dyed 

  1. April 15, 2015 at 2:29 pm

    And when did you write this? Wish I had run into you at Costco as I was one of the retirees zipping down the aisles.

  2. April 16, 2015 at 12:43 pm

    Oh man Megan, what a terrible day. Last week I discovered that 4 boys peeing in one toilet over the last 5 years (with very bad aim) has caused URINE to rot through the baseboards and dry wall in their bathroom. I was whining and complaining and then read your blog and was instantly reminded it could be a code brown. I guess pee is better than poop?

    Keep up the awesome blogging!

  3. Lacey
    April 29, 2015 at 11:12 pm

    Soda and Cookies makes everything okayish and for that…I love them.

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