Once, in a land that was dry and hot.. Mr. Will arose from his glorious slumber. His old, soft, wolf blanket fell to the floor as he heard the noise of the minions already skittering around. Screams for food, screams for dry, clean, Pampers emanated from behind his dingy white door. As he pulled on his underwear, the same underwear he had wore the day before because he hadn't gotten to his laundry, he heard it. One of the children knocking vigorously at his door.
"What dost thou require little one?" Mr. Will sighed.
Clumsily, his feet fell.. clunk, clunk, "FUCK!" a stray Lego had wounded this man. Nonetheless, he trudged on. Grabbing the youngest of the hellspawn, he ushered the next oldest into the living room. Turning on the squawk box and seating them in front of the T.V., he headed into the kitchen and poured himself a 32 oz cup of the scalding hot Folgers.
Soon after, he was in the living room yet again. A horrid stench had overtaken the living room, and the young one was to blame. The previous nights green beans had purged the child's putrid poo factory.
Mr. Will quickly grabbed a diaper and a pack of wipes, and changed him whilst fighting the urge to vomit. In a matter of minutes the young child was diapered, clothed and shoed, ready to journey to daycare.
The middle child wouldn't be so easy, for she desired a Minnie Mouse pull-up, but alas.. there were none left in the package. The Sully pull-up would have to do.
Kicking and screaming, screaming and kicking in furious agony because Minnie Mouse wouldn't gird her little posterior, the child resisted.. an exercise in futility. Mr. Will pulled her to her feet, and pulled the pull up on her quickly. Next, her dress.. rapidly followed by her light up sandals.
The firstborn had already realized that this wasn't the morning to trifle with Mr. Will, for the coffee was too hot and he hadn't had his caffeine. She dressed herself, and while it wasn't perfect.. Mr. Will would choose his battles wisely this day.
Fast Forward 45 minutes
The two young ones are at daycare, and the firstborn sits at the table sucking down a bowl of cereal before taking her medicine. Mr. Will hops on Eden, and makes his rounds.. answering the the discussions that catch his eye, and ignoring the rest.
Then, an e-mail! Mr. Will had been accepted as an editor, and quickly started proofreading the first of many reviews to come. A mental battle with himself over it's versus its ensued. A quick consultation with the Oracle (google) sorted the problem out quickly, and Mr. Will soldiered through his allotment of 3 reviews quickly.
It was now time to work on homely cleaning issues. He grabbed the bent broom and started sweeping the floor, yet again. A few drags on the Dead Armadillo flavored e-cigarette, and then on to the dishes.>>>
(I'll finish it later, as that's where I am in my day :-P)
"What dost thou require little one?" Mr. Will sighed.
Clumsily, his feet fell.. clunk, clunk, "FUCK!" a stray Lego had wounded this man. Nonetheless, he trudged on. Grabbing the youngest of the hellspawn, he ushered the next oldest into the living room. Turning on the squawk box and seating them in front of the T.V., he headed into the kitchen and poured himself a 32 oz cup of the scalding hot Folgers.
Soon after, he was in the living room yet again. A horrid stench had overtaken the living room, and the young one was to blame. The previous nights green beans had purged the child's putrid poo factory.
Mr. Will quickly grabbed a diaper and a pack of wipes, and changed him whilst fighting the urge to vomit. In a matter of minutes the young child was diapered, clothed and shoed, ready to journey to daycare.
The middle child wouldn't be so easy, for she desired a Minnie Mouse pull-up, but alas.. there were none left in the package. The Sully pull-up would have to do.
Kicking and screaming, screaming and kicking in furious agony because Minnie Mouse wouldn't gird her little posterior, the child resisted.. an exercise in futility. Mr. Will pulled her to her feet, and pulled the pull up on her quickly. Next, her dress.. rapidly followed by her light up sandals.
The firstborn had already realized that this wasn't the morning to trifle with Mr. Will, for the coffee was too hot and he hadn't had his caffeine. She dressed herself, and while it wasn't perfect.. Mr. Will would choose his battles wisely this day.
Fast Forward 45 minutes
The two young ones are at daycare, and the firstborn sits at the table sucking down a bowl of cereal before taking her medicine. Mr. Will hops on Eden, and makes his rounds.. answering the the discussions that catch his eye, and ignoring the rest.
Then, an e-mail! Mr. Will had been accepted as an editor, and quickly started proofreading the first of many reviews to come. A mental battle with himself over it's versus its ensued. A quick consultation with the Oracle (google) sorted the problem out quickly, and Mr. Will soldiered through his allotment of 3 reviews quickly.
It was now time to work on homely cleaning issues. He grabbed the bent broom and started sweeping the floor, yet again. A few drags on the Dead Armadillo flavored e-cigarette, and then on to the dishes.>>>
(I'll finish it later, as that's where I am in my day :-P)
