Social media photo that would display a cute three minutes of our girls night evening:

The real life, less social media worthy evening with my girls?

The girls went into the house like a heat sinking missile, or rather three of them with a trajectory toward chaos and commitment to prevent me from accomplishing anything. I unloaded the bikes and backpacks from the school day and pulled in the trash cans. By the time I made it inside, they were already fighting over who would get the chicken eggs.

Reagan meets me at the back door with three chicken eggs, one she drops on the floor into a goopy mess. At the same time I step on a dead mouse that one of the kittens left at the back door for us, and as Reagan is freaking out over the cracked egg, and Harper over the mouse in the doorway, Emerie is also channeling her inner three-year-old and having a total meltdown because she can’t get over the chicken fence out in the yard, while holding more eggs.

This is all the first two minutes home from preschool.

I finally get Emerie out and she stops wailing, clean up the cracked egg and dead mouse, and finally get the water boiling for the fancy, post busy work day dinner of Kraft Mac and cheese, chicken fries and green beans.

I turn around to them water fighting on the deck and dunking the new My Little Pony matching card game, still in the box, into a bucket of water. Sigh.

I then snapped the cute photo referenced above after opening their cute MLP hats from the mail, that we ordered after walking around the farmers market in Soldotna two weeks ago. Hence the cute, Facebook worthy photo of the evening.

But in reality I went back inside to stir the pasta and turned around to a screaming Reagan, who was hit in the face by a bin of who knows what by Emerie- who is also hiding from me afterwards- and Harper goes by in a blur with a new dress on and an umbrella.

That sparks Reagan to stop crying and ask for me to get down an umbrella for her and go through my shoes to finish her outfit, and I see that Harper managed to knock everything off the top shelf of the closet to get hers as I pull them down for the other two.

Emerie finally succumbs to my demands and gives Reagan a hug and a half felt apology, and then wants an umbrella too.

Miracles happen and I finally get food finished, pour myself a glass of wine, and sit down to nibble on my extravagant Mac and cheese meal, because what’s the point of trying to make anything else. All three eventually join me and start eating, asking for more chicken and ketchup. Bonus mom points for everyone clearing their plate.

We are still 90 minutes from bedtime…and now everyone is sitting at the table and coloring pony pictures while arguing over what the “real” color brown is. And for some reason my foot is dyed blue from something…At least they are cute!

#reallifeislessglamorous #momlife

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