The phone is ringing, Hank is crying, and Charlie wants to be held. Marshall is on the phone, and his call continues to cut out. He calls me several times, but he can't get his message across. However, I get mine across. "Where are you? Wilkes county? Good! I need help!" I pop in the "Clifford" video for Charlie and feed Hank baby food. At the same time, I am trying to make supper. Marshall walks in the door, and the house is calm. Oh, but wait, it only lasted a moment. Charlie decides he wants to paint, and Hank decides that he wants some of the attention that Charlie is getting. I work on dinner. Marshall sets up paint, and we pass Hank back and forth. Painting is going well, so I decide to make a few hand prints. Bad idea! Charlie decides that he can make his own hand prints. It looks messy, but it really wasn't bad. The worst part was as usual everything climaxes together. Charlie needed to be cleaned up, Marshall is on the phone, Hank is screaming, and dinner is almost ready. As crazy as it sounds, it was fun, and we escaped the evening catastrophe free!
Man, glad I wasn't there for that ;) Bet you wish Granny was there to help. Too bad she's at my house... I have the clean laundry to prove it!
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