The girls are doing this thing where they are orchestrating a fight to the death to determine which one is the alpha female in the house. I already told them that I have the crown there, but they are hell bent on figuring out who comes second. I may or may not have instated a game today called "Hollywood Manager" where they each get to be the "manager" of the other in 30 minute increments just so that they have set times for when they can boss one another around. I thought it was all kinds of brilliant. So far, so good.
Another group of two has decided that it is their mission in life to get as dirty as possible every time we go out to the building site of our new house. One of them went through four outfits yesterday which made me have to instate the rule that if you ruin it with mud, you will wear that mud all day long. Even if you stink. I may or may not be gunning for meanest mom in the backwoods of Kentucky.
We did showers. The place that we are renting must have the world's smallest hot water heater. Two quick showers is all it can handle- so I scrub them down so fast and furious that I'm surprised that any of them have any skin left.
By the end of the day, we were all exhausted and some of them just crashed where ever they could find a spot. (Have I mentioned that it is cramped in here? Oh, only a few billion times? Sorry. Our new house is not going to be ready soon enough.)
In the midst of winding down the most horrible, terrible, no good very bad day, I walked in on the most precious, little, peaceful, sleeping angel baby who had flaked out on the floor.
Noah and his fearless bear, Max.