After that drama, I decided to hop in the shower. Selah tagged along to the bathroom with me. Our bathroom has a stand-alone shower and a tub in the corner. As I was getting in the shower, she was climbing into the bathtub. I told her not to get in the bathtub and get her clothes wet (she's learning how to turn on the water.) She was already dressed for the day, and I told her that if she got her clothes wet she would be In Trouble. Because of previous experiences with my children, I have perfected the art of Rapid Showering. Imagine my surprise when I hopped out of the shower a few minutes later to find her sitting in the tub with the water trickling, naked. NAKED! But, hey, her clothes didn't get wet, so she couldn't get in trouble, right? She found the loophole. Maybe she will be an attorney one day. So I hurried and got dressed and then re-dressed Selah. Korban was still in his pajamas, so I got ready to put his clothes on. He didn't want to get dressed, so he started fighting me. (Yes, I mean that literally. When he doesn't want to do something like that, he slaps our hands away, scratches, pinches, etc.) While I was wrestling his clothes on, I somehow managed to crack my pinky finger on the edge of the bathroom counter. Had to waste more time jumping up and down and howling about that, but it's okay now. I finished dressing Korban and turned back to Selah. She had climbed up onto the handwashing stool, gotten the toothpaste, and smeared it across her cheeks like warpaint. That took some scrubbing to get rid of, but at least she smelled minty fresh afterwards!
After gathering up sippy cups and assorted paraphernalia, it was finally time to head out the door. I opened the door to the van and noticed there was no car seat for Selah. My mom had baby-sat her last Thursday while we took Korban to the dr, and we never got the seat back. Selah hadn't been anywhere since then, and I had not even realized we didn't have it. Fortunately, my mom lives close by. I strapped Selah into Korban's booster, which has a five point harness, and tightened the straps to fit her. Put his extra booster seat (which does NOT have a five point harness, meaning I don't like to use it) into the empty spot and belted Korban into it. We drove down the road to my mom's house where we then played musical car seats. I took Korban out, took out the spare booster, installed Selah's car seat, moved her from Korban's good car seat into her seat, and then strapped Korban into his seat after readjusting the straps to fit him again. Whew! And then we were off. And I was exhausted. So if you have ever wondered why we have trouble being on time for stuff, well, here's why!