After an eventful morning (lost my phone, got soaked parading three little ones through a parking lot in the rain at .004 mph to pick up a friend’s kiddo, located my phone and picked it up), I spent the last 30 minutes locked on the back porch (two stories up, screened in with no stairs) with three little ones, no phone, nothing with which to card in, not even a hair pin to pick a lock.  We all sat and watched Hampton through the window for 30 minutes, trying to convince him to open the door. He sucked on my phone the whole time. I lost it and started laughing, at which point Gus thought I was crying. (Only on the inside, buddy.) I finally managed to kick the door in (not even close to the first try), and we're back in. So we're good now. But my phone is unusable because there's some major saliva between the screen protector and the screen, and I can't get the otterbox case off.  And there’s no rice in the kitchen to dry it out (would grits work?!?). I broke my thumb nail (which may or may not have been useful in getting the case off) earlier in my 15 minute wrestling match with the 4th car seat I stole from my mom’s garage in the rain. So I’ve resorted to letting the TV babysit them all while I stand in the kitchen, slightly damp, spooning double chocolate moose tracks straight from the carton.  If I didn’t find it all so funny, I might just be crying :) #whyisthisdaypickingonme #thankgoodnessforicecream

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