Everyone was fed, clean, dressed, changed, happily watching a Donald Duck cartoon. I went to the basement to start a load of laundry. I was gone for approximately 4 minutes. Returning upstairs reveals Hazel bawling (probably from a sister taking her toy) with snot running down her chin, Millie shoving objects into the VCR, and Jo whining and whining for an Oreo. I pacify them with cookies, crayons and coloring, and some banana baby food for Hazel. Jo cries for some milk with her cookie. I leave Hazel to pour Jo a cup, and in the meantime Hazel knocks off her baby food into the air vent, and Millie colors all over the table legs. I clean up, get Hazel to take her morning nap, and throw the girls outside to finger paint. I run after Millie to stop her climbing the neighbor's ladder, and Jo runs into the house (trailing paint) to wake up Hazel.
I know I should find humor in mornings like these, to embrace the chaos, but some mornings I just can't, and cry instead.