Our termite inspection was scheduled for this morning, at 10.
I put Bo down for his nap around 9:30 (paci-less).
Turns out that darn paci was wrapped up in his blankets, WHICH I shook out looking for it.
Around 9:45 he was explaining how discontent he was with the situation by cranking up his mad scream.
So, I went up to try and calm him down slash look for the paci again.
During that time, Sam unlocked the front door for the termite guy.
He was 15 minutes early.
When does THAT happen?
Side thought: Where was Grey?
I realize there is a male voice I don't recognize coming from downstairs so I lay Bo (screaming) back in the crib.
As I'm coming down the stairs, I'm going over in my head what I must look like and making sure that I'm at least presentable. (shirt? check. pants? check. crazy hair? check. shower? nope.)
So Sam is standing there greeting the termite guy who is standing outside the door, surely confused by this unaccompanied 3 year old who is inviting him in.
Termite guy gets started inspecting.
In the back of my mind, I'm trying to figure out when to email some insurance information to Bob and wrap up an invitation order. (I don't know about anyone else but those things I have to remember to get done that aren't actually making noise really compound stress.)
I go check on Bo again...he is still screaming.
Normally the child goes right to sleep but I knew he was going to require extra attention since he had no paci.
I realize Grey has his 2nd poopy diaper. Change that as I'm telling AJ the guy was early and now I have no rush to get dressed.
Then I hear the basement door close, so I can only assume he heard me. Oops.
As he's explaining what else he needs to check and I'm telling him how to open our pesky fence door, I realize I've got a huge poopy diaper in my hand.
Please remember Bo is still screaming, Grey is galloping around and Sam has asked me no less than 47 questions since the termite inspector arrived.
Also, I haven't had any coffee yet.