My Mom always said...

As I sit here I have to laugh at myself. Every day that something crazy happens or a well planned trip totally fails I hear the words of my mother... " when you have one you can have fun on the run. When you have two you just have to make due. But when you have three...you stay where you be." Now I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that is really bad english but humor me.
Thinking back to just this past week, little lone the past two years, I can see how her words are so true. With every little addition, with every bundle of joy that came into our home our lives and the way we did things changed. I don't think anything could have really prepared me for being a stay at home mom of three small children.
My children are all two years a part so they some times get in a pack mode and try to over throw the well balanced and orderly home that I try to keep everyday. Here is a sliver of life in my house (and this is just one example from the past 7 days).
My husband and I are ministers and had planned on having some guest speakers and singers come to our church for the weekend. So like any good house wife I commited myself to cleaning the entire house. I mean it was so spotless you could have eaten off the bathroom floors. Then I started bathing the childern and putting them all to bed. (My husband was out doing pastor things.) Grace my oldest can give herself a shower (can I here a hallalujha from the choir) so she was already in and out. I put Olivia in and started helping her wash her hair when Noah (my 2 year old) comes in the bathroom. He really wanted to get in, but I told him several times to wait his turn. Finally getting the message (at least that is what I thought) he walks out of the bathroom.
A few minutes later Grace calls my name and says," You better see what Noah is doing!" Now that is every mother of a two year old signal that there is trouble on the horizon. So I braced myself and followed Grace to the other bathroom. There I find that my son has taken the bathing thing upon himself. He has stripped down to his underware and rubbed the foaming handsoap all over his body from head to toe and was climbing into the sink to wash himself off. That foam soap was not invented my someone with a do-it-yourself kid in the very middle of the terrible two's! There was foam blobs of soap everywhere. It was on the floor, sink, toliet, and walls. By the time I got the soap out of his hands it had covered me and was making its way out into the hall. I guess he really hadn't gotten the message that it wasn't his turn yet. So much for eating in the bathroom.