What is that saying?

Adventure:  Something you'd rather be telling the story of than experiencing.

I feel like that applies to parenting, especially in the Summer.

This Summer, most days haven't been truly terrible, but each one of them has had at least one hour that I would just love to run out on, and tell the story of later, without having to get through it.

Like yesterday.  It wasn't too bad a day, but by 3:30, I'd kicked the kids out to the back yard for 'outside play time'.  Things went downhill from there.  Jack turned on the hose.  I turned it off.  Lillian and Jack played in the mud created by the hose.  I bathed them, asking Roland to take Anthony to his room and play with him.  Roland soon yelled that the baby was poopy and leaking on the floor.  I called for Molly to watch him in the tub, making sure that Anthony didn't drown while I cleaned up Roland's room.

Anthony threw up a little after being cleaned up, which I attributed to him eating soap.  It was a precursor however, of things to come.

We managed to have dinner (Wesley had to work late), and get out the door.  I left Roland behind, and instructed Lillian to not let Jack fall asleep on the way to the library.  By the time I looked back 2 minutes later, Lillian herself was asleep.  We woke her up to go inside the library.

We met a friend, and Jack soon started playing in the sensory table in the Discovery room.  He has played in this rice filled box with 'dinosaur bones' underneath a lot, so at this point he has just started throwing the rice.
I realize, we have to leave, because I cannot make him stop doing this, and when I pick up Anthony, I realize he has a fever.  (Which really explained the vomiting).

Later that, I saw my friend at church, and her baby had a fever (they'd inadvertently shared a bottle).  Nothing like spreading the joy around!