I should have know, I mean really I should have known that it would shape up to be a two kit-kat* day.

It started innocently.  Millie has a friend named Mia. Mia’s mom just had a baby and I really like Mia’s mom. So first chance that presented itself I had Mia over for a play date and told Margie, Mia’s mom, that I would bring them dinner that very night.

It was going well. I put the dinner together (a summer chicken salad, some brie and filo hors d’ oeuvres** a la Cafe Johnsonia, rolls, and homemade chocolate ice cream- that was originally going to be mousse, but it didn’t quite work out – I mention this just to make clear that I was not taking over a pan of Costco lasagna, I was working my butt off) while simultaneously making lunch for Millie and Mia. Clara, bless her heart, slept.It was tricky, but I was managing.

Then it started to unravel…

Mia had an”accident” and peed on the stairs.

While cleaning up the accident the baby woke up and just wanted to be held.

Millie and Mia had a fight over a penny – which ended sweetly, Millie, still crying told Mia, “I still love you. You can still come to my birthday party.” Ahh!

Then just as we were going to leave and I was packing up their dinner I went up stairs to find that Millie and Mia had taken water and dumped it all over her bed room. On the carpet, on the blankets, everywhere – all in an effort to wash Millie’s elephant, who was also drenched. The room smelled like wet dog. It was stinky. Very stinky.

As I was leaving the house with three little girls in tow I ran to the kitchen, opened the cookie jar and grabbed a kit-kat. Jan came up to see what was going on and caught me with my hand in the cookie jar.

“This is my version of a drink. And I really need one!” I told him.

When I got home from dropping Mia home I went straight to the kitchen for another kit-kat.

No photos for this entry, I’m afraid. I was too busy mopping up pee off the stairs and water from Millie’s room.

(*Not just any kit-kat, and English kit-kat – and those of you who have eaten an English kit-kat know that there are few things in the world as yummy.)

(** how the heck do you spell that?!)