Monday morning met us with a vengeance this week.  It took what seemed like seventeen hours for the kids to find their shoes (which I left out and lined up for them and put them on their feet. Somehow still, one boy walked out wearing two right shoes and the other walked out wearing two left. Sharing at its finest, I say. For some ridiculous reason, I agreed to buying them light up sneakers. Light up shoes are a terrible idea. I feel like I’m having a seizure half the day. It has been dark and dreary lately. In addition to trying to drown the lights in the puddles, the boys constantly kick their feet against their car seat, the wall, etc. They’ve invented some kind of high five of the feet game, just to see the lights in the dark. Even when they don’t have the damn shoes on, they carry them around slapping them against things (and occasionally each other) just to see that neon glow. Do those lights ever run out? Is there a secret way to disable them? I’m asking for a friend, of course…

Anyway, somehow someone managed to dump my coffee onto the front seats of my car. Nothing a few baby wipes couldn’t fix, but I did have to do pre-school drop off, caffeine-less, with wet marks on my buns. Fantastic. When we got home, I went to start some laundry and the boys scampered off to fight crime, or whatever they do on Monday mornings. As my head was down in the washer, I hear “Mommy! Mommy! Come quick!” Expecting the worst, I ran out and saw these two dapper young men sitting at the table. They invited me to sit with them and said “We made coffee for you! This coffee won’t spill!” It was the best cup(s) of coffee I’ve ever had.

Speaking of coffee, Taylor noticed a police officer behind us at the drive thru this afternoon. She asked, quite adorably, if the police man was there because there were bad guys at the coffee shop. I told her no and that he probably just needed a coffee break because he was working. We talked about the long list of things police officers do, and then decided that we could do something kind for him. When we got to the window, we paid for his order, and asked the person at the window to just thank the officer for his service for us. We drove away, and Taylor was so happy that she did something to make someone else happy. Her kind heart almost makes up for the fact that when I told her to pick up her dirty laundry, she looked at me and said “Sorry Mom. Simon didn’t say!”