Procrasitination

I cannot lie.
I cannot make up the stuff that happens during the day.
Do you really, REALLY want to know what today has been like? REALLY?
Okay. Here goes.

I washed Samantha's hair with lice shampoo because I am paranoid, and everyone is getting washed constantly. My fingers are RAW from it. My scalp is raw from it, and I will make sure all the kids' heads are raw from it also. While her scalp was absorbing pesticide, I cut all of Jordan's hair off because I don't ever want to see another nit or lice again ever. It's the paranoia that doesn't go away. I did this while all the daycare kids were here because I was ambitious. I should have saved my energy, turns out.

Caiden's butt EXPLODED. EVERYWHERE. I cannot lie, chunks of baby shit all over my carpet when I picked him up ...or rather when I was undressing him...chunks on my arms, on my pants, all up and down my arms. I plopped him in the sink. After washing him, I cleaned his clothes and did some carpet cleaner on the carpet, then I dared to change clothes.

There was about 40 minutes of downtime, which was lovely. Ethan woke up at 1:45. Not normal. Finally got him out of bed at 2:30. Caiden, Adalane, Ethan...everyone was up. Fine. Doing just fine.

I pick Adalane up. Poop EVERYWHERE. To top it off, she's on meds that give her diarrhea and her butt is RAW. RAW RAW RAW and no matter how much butt stuff I put on, it's just raw. So she's screaming, and I look down, and there is yet more poo all over me. And her. I get her underessed, and wash her. I put her clothes in the wash (laundry for 8 is even more incredible than laundry for 6!) and come back, finish changing her, feeding her. I dared to change my clothes AGAIN. Ethan spits up all over the carpet and himself. Gross. Clean him up. I just threw those cloths downstairs and what do I hear? Adalane's butt explode.

I haven't even looked yet because I'm just too scared. Hold me.