|5 Noses in a Row|
When we arrived, clad in our best pre-painted clothes, I started by spilling coffee. I hadn't taken my coat off yet, and I don't even drink coffee. Humble beginnings. As Merry calculated the stripe proportions, I played with three grandboys. The girlies were sleeping. And to make things all the better, Court was kind of working from home and Christine was painting an adjoining room. This means the number of midgets outnumbered adults by only one. Piece of cake!
I shepherded three munchkins down to the toys in the basement, keeping their voices (alternately giggling and crying) two stories away from sleeping grandgirlies. Of course, there were tales of this one hit that one - accidentally, I'm sure - and the blue toy was more coveted than the green one. Discussions ensued until the voice of reason (that would be me) arrived at an equitable arrangement. I'm still half a step ahead of them - except where paint may be found - or coffee.
When I went up to check if I was needed for painting purposes, I was told I was in charge of crowd control instead. About that time, the rest of the crowd woke up. Upstairs I went along with my entourage. For anyone keeping score, that leaves no bodies in the basement, 3 adults on the main floor, one Granma, 3 grandboys and 2 grandgirlies upstairs. Daunting, yes, but help was literally a scream away. And there was - a scream - when in a fit of all-boy-bravado, Aidan got his head smashed under the crib. Aidan headed downstairs for Mama kisses with Josiah following for good measure.
In a purely numbers game, my odds improved - 1 on 3, though the three left were the youngest. I kept losing track of the only mobile one while changing diapers on the younger two. Now, if you are confused as to who is where and why and wondering if the paint is confined only to the walls, then I have succeeded in my endeavor to explain the morning to you. That's pretty much how I felt, too.
Stripes finished - I never got near paint, but neither did the boys - Merry and I took our leave, - well, after several rounds of kisses and "I love yous" and "come back again next Wednesday."
I had a great time - for a few hours - with roadside assistance just a few steps away! I have known for years that Christine is an amazing Mom, but I just have to brag on my daughter-in-law. RESPECT, Christine! Total RESPECT - times FIVE!