One evening as Jon was on a trip ( a two-weeker), I was cleaning up the ravioli that had been tossed all over the floor. I was on my hands and knees with my head down concentrating on rapidly cleaning the mess. I looked up and to my dismay Hannah was standing on the chair and with her feet grinding in the rest of the raviolis into the cushion. I took a deep breath as I wanted to keep my cool. At this point, Cassie and Heather had lost interest with the mess and had gregariously moved into the garage to play. I got Hannah down and told her to go play with her sisters. I shooked my head and tried to clean the impossible never-ending stain of raviolis. Then I heard a curdling scream from the garage (not the normal scream that I usually ignore so I knew something was not right) so I flew like a mad woman to check the situation. There was Cassie squirting Weed Killer in the twin's faces. I picked up both babies (one under each arm) and ran full speed ahead to the bathroom. (Cassie was running behind) Threw all three girls in the tub and ran downstairs to get the bottle of weed killer and read the posion section. Heather, meanwhile (within 2 seconds) jumped out of the tub and was right behind me in the kitchen. She proceeded to pee on the floor. I grabbed a rag to clean that up (as urine is probably not good on hardwoods). Then there was screams from the bathroom upstairs. So with one twin under one arm and the weed killer in the other, I ran upstairs again. There was Cassie and Hannah in the tub both screaming because Hannah had pooped in the tub. I tried to calm them and get the stuff out and as soon as I would scoop the poop out of the tub and into the toilet, Heather was right beside me scooping it from the toilet back into the tub. WHHHHHHEEEEEEWWWWWW All girls were okay but were immediately dressed and thrown into bed. I dropped into my chair and knew that I had just had more craziness happen in 15 minutes that most have in a month.
