Even when J is working and it's just the three of us, I like us to eat together. So I make dinner. I set it on the table for Q and myself. I load Noodle's high chair tray and lock her in place.
I call Q to eat dinner. We sit down. For less than a minute.
Q has to use the potty. He goes potty. For twenty minutes.
Noodle and I eat.
Q comes out of the potty. He informs me that he wants to wear clean underwear and shorts. I say, "Please, just wear what you had on before."
Q leaves the room.
Q comes back and tells me he wants to sit on a towel instead of putting on his underwear and shorts. I say no.
Q melts down.
Noodle begins to wail because she wants down from her high chair.
I offer Q a compromise. He can go upstairs and get fresh clothes on if he can do it before a 5 minute timer goes off.
I repeat this offer because he cannot hear me through Noodle's screaming.
He accepts the offer and goes upstairs.
I take Noodle's tray into the kitchen and start wiping her off with a washcloth.
Q returns and asks me to help him put on his old underwear.
I help him get his underwear on.
I get his sister out of the high chair.
I sit down to drink a cup of tea.
Q sits down at the table in his old underwear.
Noodle wanders around.
Our cat Savannah walks over to Noodle and pukes a huge quantity of cat food onto the rug next to her.
Noodle screams in terror.
Q announces, "Mommy! Savannah puked!"