Daddy Daycare... the Extended Edition

So, maybe y'all read the tweets to the left side of the page.

Maybe, you didn't... it is a new feature to the blog ...

So, to update you all on the comings and goings of the Universe, this past Saturday was an extended version of Daddy Daycare...

Yes, you read that correctly..  The Editor mano a mano a mano versus the Pizz, the Cokes, and the Deala.

What was I thinking?  The DQ2.0 did it before, and now it was my turn.  "I can do it!"

I had it all planned out...  I would split the day into stages... Completing each stage was the primary task.  This way the day could be shortened into manageable segments.

Segment 1: Dawn!

This one was the tough one.  This basically was when all the Kizzles were up and active, from about 530-600 until the gym opened at 8.  The gym has Sat AM daycare, and we have to take advantage.  Plus, the DQ2.0 trucked all 3 there last weekend, so I had to show that I was a man.

So the Twizz awoke first.  DQ2.0 helped me get them up and fed and then she was gone... awoosh!  Just me and the Twizz.  The Pizz then awoke and wanted her yogurt/milk/cerealinacup.  This got me to about 630.

Then I took the Kizz up to the Nursery 2.0, where I tried to manage all the BabyYarnoz's.  Hmmm.  This was fairly chaotic.  The Pizz swiped a pillow from the Deala's back, and she fell backwards.... crying...  Alas.  The Cokes was just sitting, cooing at something, drooling over something else... Then he started whining and rubbing his eyes....

Ding ding ding.... Nap time!  Hmmm... 730... This could really cut into the plans of the gym.  But I never look a nap-horse in the mouth.  Cokes was swiped up and placed in the crib.  Deala fussed some more and then found herself in the crib too..

Now I was one-on-one with the Pizz.  She knew it.  She cackled and ran out the door...  I, of course, dutifully had to chase.

So then an hour passed playing legos and reading books, and then the Twizz awoke.  But now everyone was hungry and pissy.  Hmmm.. my segments had already broken down, and I was screwed...  What to do!?!?  I used a lifeline and texted the DQ2.0, who suggested I scoop up the Kizz, make some formula and go to the gym.

So that it what I did.  I made formula, packed up a bag, loaded up the Kizz, and ... 9am I was pulling out of the GM, in the Santa Maria.... proud of making it....

Segment 2: The Gym

Crusing to the gym is so liberating...  especially on toasty buns!  Nice... sooooo love this feature of the Santa Maria.  We pull into the parking lot.  I hop out, buns a toasty!, and open up the back doors.....

Um...  where's the diaper bag?  I ask the Pizz...  "I dunno"

uh oh!  Where did it go?  I visualize... in my haste I left it in the kitchen!  Crap!  One thing I totally can't do is drop off the Kizzles without bootie protection backup!  Son of a !!!!

I hop back in the Santa Maria and speed off.... not even the toasty buns can make me feel better....  I get home, grab the bad, and speed back to the gym.

Still had time to spare ( the daycare closes at noon).  I get out in the parking lot, which unfortunately is full, and load up the Twizz.  I grab the Pizz and we start walking....  Man she is slooooow.  I couldn't carry her and maneuver the limo, so she had to walk.  And did she make me pay...  Took 10 minutes to get in.

I open the door, and we must have been a sight... everyone turns and looks... but no one helps.  I have to struggle with the limo and the Pizz... get out my gym card, and then push the stroller through the handicap section...  I finally make it to the darcare and start unloading.... The lady there recognizes the Kizzles...  "Where is your wife?"  "She's working.  She can do this by herself... so can I!"  "uh huh" says the lady, almost disapproving.

"Oh, we have a new ability to change diapers here now.  So just check..."  Faster then she could spit out the rest of her phrase, I had grabbed the pen, and scratched yes in huge block letters, bold and underlined, next to all 3 names.  Please please please change them!

My gym session was totally unexciting.  I was afraid of getting pulled out the whole time, so I didn't want to be in the middle of doing some 300lb bench pyramids... you now, serious getting buff stuff...  so I walked on the treadmill.  Man, I am out of shape.

I finally finish, and then go to grab the Kizz.  They were so happy in the daycare... Deala bouncing in one of those walker things, Cokes macking on some chickies, and the Pizz coloring.  No one wanted to leave.

This unfortunately led to me grabbing all of them in a huff and forcing out the door.  Leaving the gym was as much of a production as coming.  Pizz insisted on being carried, which really made driving the limo that much harder.  This time, however, 3 separate ladies asked me if I needed help...  "No thanks.  My wife can do this by herself!  So can I!!!"

Segment 3: Lunch/Naptimes!

We made it home, and the Twizz were exhausted.  Frankly I was too, but I could see I wasn't going to be able to run a trifecta.  I put the Twizz down to nap 2, and then start to work on the Pizz.  She was hungry, and it was sort of near lunchtime, so I busted out some PB and J.  Next to Pizza, this is probably her most favorite food.  I can't say that I blame her.... pretty much everytime I make one for her I get one too.

Finally she gets tired and goes down for a nap.

Whew.  Then the Twizz wake back up and want food.  Let me tell you, when you put Cokes in his highchair and place the bib, you better have the food in your other hand... if not, he releases the hounds of war!

By this point, I was fairly tired, sweaty and stinky.  I didn't care...  I just waited for Mommy to arrive.... 

and then she did...