A day in the life...

When I was in high school I was on the yearbook staff, and we wrote eloquent and life-altering copy, like A day in the life of ____. You know, you follow someone around and photograph them doing their daily routine. I took the pictures for some of these, and my dad had to drive me to one guy's house for some reason, and I was so embarrassed. (do you remember those Molly or Em?) Anyway, boring high school story aside, those are not much more interesting now. I may just do one so you can see exactly how boring they are. Then came January 7th. Nothing tragic happened, unless you count the loss of 6 poppy seed muffins as tragic.

Exhibit A.

I somehow got Aimee out of her crib, and went back to bed. Normally she goes back to sleep for a little bit, then wakes me up when she wakes up. Not that morning. This is what I think when down: She got up, and Katie woke up at some point, and Mommy and Daddy slept. Perfect opportunity. Katie decided they were hungry. A quick foray into the kitchen revealed a new package of poppy seed muffins. Katie pulled them down from the counter, but there was plastic on it. No problem, she went and got a knife, and cut them open. And they literally ate until they were sick. At least Aimee did. In the process they covered every surface less than 2 feet from the ground in crumbled muffin.

Exhibit B

Now in the interest of honesty, the pictures were taken that night. When messes like this happen, I am usually so stressed that there are no pictures, and I clean up the mess asap to try and forget it ever happened. That day was different. I slept in so late that when I woke up it was nearly time to go to work. I ran into Katie's room to get her some clothes, and saw the mess. I think I said "oh my gosh" 64,000 times, then shut the door. I didn't have the time or energy to clean it up. I kept thinking about it all day, partly because Aimee kept spitting up. But then Jon called, and I asked him if he had seen Katie's room. He had, and said something about how they must have had fun. Then this image of the girls crumbling up and eating muffins together, laughing together came to my mind. The mess instead of being a nightmare I had to deal with became a memory that I wasn't part of, but can imagine, of my two girls having fun together. I would given a lot to have had a hidden camera that morning. Instead I took pictures of the mess.
It still took forever to clean up, and I still am finding pieces of muffin a week later, but I'm strangely glad it happened, because I am enjoying the messes a bit more. Life is messy, especially when you have a 3 and 1 year old.