Yesterday morning I spent most of my time on the telephone. I was putting the finishing touches on the Ad Journal for the Elementary School's Chance Auction. I was getting bombarded with phone calls for additions, corrections, and changes.
Before I knew it, it was less than an hour before T. and R. had to be to school. I still needed to give them baths and lunch. I also needed a shower for myself. I told them they were going to have to get into the tub together and that I was going to wash them up because we didn't have a lot of time.
Just then the phone rang....AGAIN. I directed the kids toward the downstairs bathroom and asked them to get undressed. I grabbed the phone and ran up to their bedrooms to pull together some of their school clothes.
I talked and piled items in my arms. When the call was done, I hung up and ran back downstairs. In my office, next to the bathroom, my two naked children were running wild. The had brought out R.'s easel from the playroom and they were dancing around it laughing their heads off.
I looked at the chalkboard and saw a drawing.
"Mom, I drew that picture of R." stated T., my young artist, who was beaming with pride.
"I'm neeekiiiid!" Exclaimed R.
"Had my son drawn his first nude portrait?" I laughed to myself.
The moment of cuteness, however, was cut short as R. proceeded to drop to the floor, lie on her side, throw her hands up behind her head, and inform me, "That's my sexy pose!"
I guess she wasn't going for nude model....but perhaps, Playboy Bunny?
Sorry, Hef, I'm locking her up until she's forty.