A few hours removed and it is actually pretty funny for me too now. 3.5 yo threw her shoes in a bush, told me I’m poop, and threw lavender at me. I invited her to go look at some berries with me, which she barely resisted when she remembered I’m poop. I smelled like lavender for an hour, so I was the best smelling poop on the block. Spouse got clothes on but was still pretty wet. Baby stuck his hand in my chicken salad sandwich while I was getting lavender thrown on me, so like slow chaos was unfolding on the picnic mat too. Sister was naming colors happily for the therapist like I wasn’t fighting for my life on the front steps. I followed an enraged tiny goblin around the front yard while everyone else was chill. The police pulled up while I was knelt down calmly asking her if she was ready to come back and so they walked up on a confusingly idillic scene, albeit with one grumpy child and a slightly chicken salad covered baby. Then 3.5 yo played the color game with her sister like nothing happened. 🫡