And how was your day, Mrs Lincoln?
That’s a phrase I’ve heard often when things go a little crazy. Things went a little crazy this morning.
Here’s the deal: I came to Florida for two weeks, in part to visit son who took me out on the Gulf or somewhere with a lot of water, and taught me how to drive his monster ski-doo. But that’s another story.The other part of Florida was coming to a nephew and niece’s house to care for two-year Kalianna as new baby came into the world. Which she did early Monday morning. Which is not like riding a ski-doo. Baby home birth so it’s been interesting.
I’m not sure what today is but I think it’s Wednesday.
So whatever day it is, we began it at 6 a.m. which is when Kalianna woke hungry. And then little girl woke hungry and then Daddy had to go get a haircut and I’m still wandering around in my nightgown, and big girl wanted a banana, and then both girls did massive poops, which mommy cleaned up but still, and then I got in the shower, and managed to get clean and dried off before anything else happened although Kalianna visited several times, and then I put on her swimming suit and we came out to her kiddie pool but she’s already ready to go back inside…
And how was your day, Mrs. Lincoln?