Twins for Sale- Two For the Price of One!

If you think you had a rough day, I invite you to read on. I woke to Avery and Ella shrieking about an hour earlier than their usual wake-up time. They were both in foul moods and up too early for their own good. They had taken the sheets off of their cribs, and stripped their beds of the mattress pads as well. This has become a new way of tormenting me at bed time and nap time. I remade the cribs which is real pain when you take into account the bumpers which all need to be untied, and the crib tent which has to be contended with. I'm tempted to let them sleep on their cold mattresses to get them to stop doing this, but my softer side always takes over and I remake the cribs. Things progressed pretty smoothly from there and girls enjoyed a lovely breakfast and after some play time it was time for baby Addie's nap. I've learned that I can not leave the girls unattended for long, so they came with me while I changed Addie and read books with me while I gave her a bottle. I then turned on Barney on the TV while I brought Addie upstairs to her crib. I returned after no more than a minute (the length of time it takes to zip Addie into her sleepsack and pop a pacifier in her mouth) to find that the girls had moved a kitchen chair to climb up on the counter to get to the cabinet where I keep the baking ingredients. I'm sure they were reaching for the sprinkles, possibly the chocolate chips, when they knocked down the 2lb container of sugar and 1 pound bag of flour, which knocked a bowl onto the ground breaking it into a hundred million pieces. I walked in at this point and after calmly exclaiming my horror ( I gave up yelling for lent) carried the girls up to their cribs so that they wouldn't step on the glass with their bare feet or track the mound of sugar and flour around the house. I cleaned up the floor, swept, vacuumed and mopped, all in under 5 minutes then went to retrieve the twins from their room. The flour-sugar-glass mess was nothing next to what I was about to witness. Both girls had taken off their pants and diapers and pooped in their cribs managing to get it just about everywhere- all over the dolls and books I put in the cribs to keep them entertained while I cleaned up the previous mess, all over the sheets, all over themselves, their hair, their blankets, oh and Ella managed to smear it all over her crib tent. Did I mention that just yesterday, we installed a new crib tent on Ella's crib after she managed to get a hole in her other one (after she climbed out of her crib one too many times)? I know better than to put the girls in their cribs with out backwards sleepers on (so they can't unzip and take off their diapers) during nap time and at night, but it didn't even cross my mind to take this preventative measure while they were in the cribs for 5 min while I cleaned! Anyway I scrubbed the girls down, then bathed them, redressed them, then set out on the miserable task of cleaning, sanitizing, and bleaching the cribs. The crib tent was a pain to clean to say the least for it had to be disassembled, washed dried and then reassemble. Leaving the upstairs smelling like an indoor swimming pool from all the bleach I decided it was time to get out of the house and off we went to the gym, where I was able to leave the girls in the babysitting room, completely guilt free. We got home and after some lunch, I put the girls in for naps. I was so excited for the upward swing in the day at this point for I had booked a sitter! I wished her luck and off I went to run some errands- glorious errands, and get my hair done for the first time in 6 months. I was so enjoying this time alone until I got a text that from the sitter that Avery was throwing up everywhere, so I cut (no pun intended) my hair appt short and returned home to clean up vomit and deal with my sick and extra clingy and cranky two year old. We made it through the dinner hour when I noticed Ella holding Cameron's wallet. I had her put the wallet down, but noticed she still had a nickel in her hand. When I asked her to give me the nickel (could have been a penny, didn't get that clear a look), she popped it in her mouth. When she saw me coming to retrieve the nickel, she swallowed it, not with out gagging first. I called the pediatrician and am now blessed with the task of examining her every stool to see if it passes. As if I haven't dealt with enough poop today!