Who Stole the DeLorean?

Was it you? Did you steal it? On June 5th, 2012, my family is supossed to sleep in, there are no rats rummaging in our garden, no poop or pee needs to be cleaned off my floor, when one says they are going to wash their hands, they wash their hands not their whole bodies, and beauty has nothing to do with tacky pink shoes.

On the alternate June 5th, 2012 my day started off at 5:30 am with Blair. Blue goes out for her normal morning bathroom break, but she comes back in panting at 8:20ish, so I knew we would have some more rats in our garden traps. Check them out. They are HUGE!

 

The rest of my morning went like this: While Luke and I were inspecting the damage Blue did digging in the garden, Blake took off his diaper and not only dropped a duece, but spread it across the kitchen floor. While I was cleaning up the poop and sanitizing the floor, Blake then decided to go wash his hands essentially giving himself a bath and getting bubbles and water everywhere.

All the while Bailey is stomping around in her "I'm beautiful shoes" asking "Aren't I beautiful in these? or "Aren't they SO pretty?" to which I can't think of a good reason for her not to wear them, especially when she also says she wants to be "beautiful just like mommy". I just wish she didn't equate beauty to something she was wearing, but try telling a 4 year old she is pretty just the way God made her. This had been going on since the night before, which is when this picture was taken.

Now, it's not that I don't like a little adventure and this may not sound that bad, but it was just the morning for me. Thankfully the DeLorean must have been found with Dr. Emmett Brown putting all to right because June 6th started off much more like normal. If you don't get this post then you need to watch Back to the Future as I was just trying to have fun with a hard morning.