muddling

I just wanted to see what the horrible ladies of the View were going to say about the election this morning and this is what I get.  I am buried in my children right now.  I've been wearing yoga pants more and more and going outside my neighborhood less and less. 

Here's tonight:  I was making dinner in the kitchen and I knew something was going on in Lottie's room since they were all giggling instead of fighting like normal.  I let it happen because I was elbow deep in raw meat and they were happy.  About 15 minutes to dinner I decided to venture in and see what they had done.  It was every bit as messy as I imagined.  All of the pillows and blankets that were folded and stacked high up in Lottie's closet had been pulled down, all of her drawers emptied and all the blankets and sheets off her bed in one huge pile that they were jumping in.  I can totally see how that would be fun, so I didn't freak out, just told them they had 15 minutes to put it all away while I went to set the table.  I should have known they would just pile it all into the closet along with some old rotten fruit they had found and some wet diapers that somehow got mixed in with it all.  Then dinner started, or as we call it food wars.  This one hates chicken, that one won't sit next to this one, this other one wants a drink and tries to pour it himself as 2 seconds later the carton is empty and the table and all the food on it are soaking in egg nog.  Johns on the phone with work stuff, again.. 

That's where I lost it. 

My face beet red and my hands shaking I tell them to each get up from the table and leave.  "what did I do mom?' one says, "what about dinner mom?" says another.  I don't care.  I just want to eat the dinner that took all afternoon to prepare alone, in a quiet room.  So I made them all leave.  Then I closed all their doors and ate in silence, with a faint screaming and crying coming from every room.