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We just came back from grocery shopping and I made sure I got everything we needed for tonight. It's Taco Tuesday and we are having a taco bar. We went into two different grocery store because these kids were eating me out of a house and a home. The pantry was damn near empty and they stayed in the fridge. We were back at the house and we were bringing the bags in the house.
We finished putting them in the house and the oldest three were in charge of putting the groceries in the right spot. The littles had to put the bags up. After that they all had to do an hour of reading. Yes, all of our kids know how to read. Tempo and Melody are on first grade reading levels. Bluez is at a third grade and Rhythm can read chapter books and is at a fifth grade reading level. Jazz can read on a nineth grade level.
Jazz- 6th grade going to the seventh grade Rhythm- second grade going to the third grade Bluez- first going to the second Tempo- Pre-Kindergarten going to Kindergarten Melody- Pre-K3 going to Pre-Kindergarten
I went upstairs with Musiq and my husband. I decided to pack last minute so that's what we are doing.
"Babe I have a question." I said to him as we were pulling out the kids suitcases.
"Wassup my love." He said as he opened the boys draws to gather socks and underwear.
"How do you feel about getting a vasectomy?" I asked him and he stopped packing and looked at me.
"I mean I'm cool with it. I know we are done having kids. I wouldn't want you to get on any birth control and you mess up your body plus they are reversable if we decide in the future to have some more kids. We can also freeze some of my sperm just in case as well. I have been thinking about it. I'm kinda glad you brought it up." He said to me.
"Okay we can start taking the necessary step towards the procedure and when you want to do it." I told him as I started folding the boys clothes.
We get done folding the kids clothes about an hour and a half later. We decided to let Jazz pack his own clothes but he had to show us his fits before he would put them in his suitcase. The only thing we packed of his was his clothes for the surprise in Jamaica.
It was our turn to pack our bags. I was dreading this the most because I was very indecisive and I didn't want my bag to be overweight so I had to be strategic about it. I started with my carry-on. I made sure I had all of my toiletries and make up in there that was able to go through TSA no problem. I packed all my under garments and my extra deodorant and soaps with a few washcloths.
I packed all the shoes I would need. I was tired at this point but I was almost done. I was on the last bit. I looked over and my husband was on his big suitcase. I opened my suitcase and went into the closet and grabbed all my outfits and swim suits. I was finally finish with my stuff. I zipped my suitcase up and put it on its wheels.
"I'm never packing last minute again." I said as I sat down on the bed. I looked over at Musiq and he was content but I changed his diaper and let him get comfortable. He was pulling at my shirt so I started breastfeeding him.
"What about his suitcase?" My husband asked me and I let out a deep breath and looked down at Musiq.
"Packing for 8 people is a lot." I said to him.
"I'll pack it you just guide me on some things." He told me and in that moment I was so grateful for my husband.
We packed his suitcase in about 10 minutes. Musiq had fell asleep with my boob in his mouth. I unlatched him and wiped the side of his mouth. I decided to put him in a wrap and go cook with him so he can stay sleep. I go downstairs and the kids were nowhere to be found.
I went to the lower level and heard something on in the theater room. I walk into the theater room and the kids were in there and Inside Out was playing but they were all sleep. I shook my head and went back up the stairs.
I went into the kitchen and took out the ground beef. I grabbed my pan and turned the stove on medium. I waited for it to heat up before I placed my meat in there. I put my meat in there and season it as it starts to brown. It was fragrant so it filled the air. As the meat start to cook down more I seasoned it again and tasted a little bit of it and it was good. I poured the grease off of it and started to cook the shells. While they were in the oven I started chopping the veggies.
I got out the shells and the veggies were chopped and I cooked some corn for corn salsa. I put everything on display and I went to get my husband from upstairs. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands.
I made my way to the lower level and woke the kids up. They looked tired.
"Come on my babies, go wash your hands so we can eat and take baths." I said to them as I went back up the stairs. I was in the kitchen and took some juice out that they would drink.
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We all ate dinner and it was cool. It's Taco Tuesday every Tuesday so it wasn't no different. Only real difference was I gave Jazz a soft taco instead of a shell. The kids took their showers and went straight to sleep. The only ones that were up was me, my husband and Musiq. I was in the bathroom giving him a bath.
"Is my handsome boy getting clean." I said in my baby voice as I rub him with his baby towel. He was laughing. I started washing all this hair and I guess I was massaging his head a little too good. This boy fell asleep in the tub.
I started laughing and he got comfortable in that tub a little too comfortable.
"Babeeee come here" I said to my husband. He came into the bathroom and seen his son sleeping good.
Musiq started grunting in his sleep and then the tub started to have poop floating in the water.
"Ewww Musiq." I said as I quickly got him out the tub. He was still sleep and he gave a little weak smile. He was still pooping so it was on the floor.
"Babe he's shitting all on the floor." My husband said. I looked over at him with a mean glare.
"Don't you think I know it? I see, hear and feel it on my foot." I said to my husband as I was trying to think fast. I hovered him over the toilet and he finally stopped. I thanked God while I had my husband clean out his tub. I was over tonight.
I ended up giving him the rest of his bath in the sink. I made sure he was squeaky clean before I dried him off and put some lotion on him. I put a clean diaper on him. I dressed him in his onesie and oiled his hair before I put him in the middle of our bed.
"That was a lot of shit." I said to my husband as he was cleaning the floor up.
"No shit sherlock." He said as he threw the last piece of tissue in the toilet that has poop on it.
I rolled my eyes and turned the shower on. I started stripping because I felt so gross. The water was finally hot enough and I got in and immediately rinsed my feet off again with the scolding hot water. I started washing my body before I felt a breeze and arms wrap around me.
Next time I know I was getting pulled to the back of the shower and up against the wall.
"You thought I forgot huh?" My husband said as he felt on my wet body.
"What do you mean?" I said playing the innocent act while I felt his hand move to my wet lips.
"Oh you wanna play that act." He said. A couple of seconds later my ankles were dangling off his shoulders. He lined his hardness up with my wet center and plunged in fast.
"Waittttt" I moaned feeling the pain and pleasure mix as he thrust into me hardly.
"I said I was gone get that ass and I meant that" He said as he didn't slow down on his merciless strokes.
