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A little girl time is always needed once in a while to switch the style of my current speed. I don't ever feel complete without my children. I was ready to see them. When it's been a few days I develop a thirst like I'm in the middle of a stranded desert for those two.

They walked through the door early at my request. I kissed and clenched them with a few squeals that may have escaped my lips. Before we examined each other the boys go to their rooms to see what I've placed on their beds. It's usually clothes that I have folded. They rummage through my purse or anything that they spot out that's different around their home. Then it's snuggle time. This is where I kiss and see what they have been doing all these days without me. Sometimes I point out any new freckles I see. I can tell if they have been brushing their teeth. I look at the length of their nails. Most of the time I just love and hold them.

I can be smothering.

It's usually okay unless I've been to that thirst creating desert. Then they tell me when I'm a little much. But I would rather be over loving than under... so I don't mind the gentle reminder that they need to breathe. We had a night swim and pajama party with left over Kona Grill. Then, I had a feeling this was coming up. The "Root Beer Shower" stick was drawn from the summer fun box.

I got the goods today along with some bird houses for us to finish. It was so wholesome in the beginning... I made a new dinner dish and as my creation was set to a simmer we all sat down to paint these:

I really got into it. It didn't take too long for the boys to finish, but I was on a crafty hyper focus. Hours passed and the boys came to me from playing legos to see if we could move on to the root beer shower. I sprayed the houses with varnish and declared my spiel of how this other spray needs to be done at the park. Well, we didn't quite make it as planned. It turns out some sort of reaction happens with the soda right when the mentos is added. I thought you would have to shake things up first. The reaction is explosive and it happened inside my house on my counter top before we could get out of the door. Half of the root beer two liter was blasted throughout my kitchen and part of the living room. It got on blinds. Cabinets. Inside the dishwasher somehow. All over papers and my fruit in the fruit basket. On my shirt, soaked through my sports bra to my skin and drizzled all the way down. All over the floors. In my hair. On my face. I stood there as my boys were lapping up pop from the sugar pool that lay in front of me.

I just stood there. You know that feeling when your froze and your just trying to process what happened, you hope that it isn't real but know it is and you wish that any force out there could just take it back really quick. Then I looked at Stink as root beer dripped from my chin and asked him who told him about this. I knew by the outcome this was a recommended activity that has been trialed before. The Sergeant declared that he didn't know it would go like this... and he didn't. But it did, and it took 45 minutes to clean up the 3 second high fructose corn syrup bomb.

I still have random spots that I find myself sticking to in the kitchen... a few stiff brunette strands of hair... and my desert thirst has been overly quenched today.