So, today I had this great idea to... get Ky off to school (I woke up 20 min late, threw her a pop tart and RAN out the door), made dinner, picked Ky up from school, meet some friends at the Phoenix Children's Museum, get home to find water on our kitchen floor??? not sure where that came from, go running, Conrad plays soccer with Kylie, meet at home for a rather cool but supposed to be hot pasta in a cheese pot dinner, Conrad dashes off to study, totally forget we are out of toilet paper!!, almost bed time, cant run to the store. no energy, but I play hid-n-seek with the girls (which they are getting really cleaver at considering the 600 sq ft that we live in), then bed time, Kylie goes potty wiping with Kleenex, Reese climbs out of her crib 29 times (I'm pretty sure), calmly (surprisingly) I put her back 28 times, the last time she climbs in with Kylie, Kylie puts her to sleep, do dishes, Kylie goes potty again, read my scriptures, clean out the fridge, Kylie pees again (again still no TP, using Kleenex, I think that is bad for the septic tank?? not totally sure), exhausted, clean out a cupboard, make a car track on our kitchen/ hall floor for the girls to play with in the morning, but really should have just laid down, Kylie comes out to use the bathroom again, and I swear sometimes she just comes out to see whats going on so I am pretty frustrated at this point and I snap at her with "fine, go potty but only use 1/2 a Kleenex!" I'm not really sure what an extra 1/2 Kleenex would do to our septic tank but I think i was tired. I finished the car track and went in and said "I'm sorry." I told her how I was mad at myself for not remembering to buy TP. She laughed. It is pretty silly. Man I love that girl. Later I went into the bathroom and found her remnant of the TP she had used. She used 1/5th of a Kleenex.
