Yesterday was long, long day, so please allow me to vent. I'm trying to make things more orderly in my house but it's like one step forward, then 2000 steps back as Junior slides down the lamp like it's a firepole, gets trapped underneath, scatters a box of 100 teabags all over the living room (see why I want you to take your 9000 extra teabags to work, honey?) pulls all the cushions off the couch, puts a footstool on a table, climbs on table AND footstool and gets my camera and wears it around after stripping naked and donning a cowboy hat. Then he pees on his parking garage.
This is how I find him in the thrift store. That white ball is his shopping ball. It has a loud rattle so I always know where he is. He's worn the same pair of green frog boots since August. It's all he'll wear.
It sounds like I was neglecting him but I was making lunch when all that happened! And trying to finish Curing my kitchen!
Oh, and doing boring stuff like mounting a broom holder and my plastic bag holder. now he can't grab them and race around playing horsie. He'll have to return to plucking the keys off Husband's computer keyboard. Oh yeah, he did that again last month (sorry, honey!)
Look! I managed to get knobs on the dresser in the kiddos' room. I had two go to two stores to get enough knobs. Junior took off his seatbelt in the cart and kept standing up so I was holding onto him . Well, as if this wasn't stressful enough, this nasty woman came over and said "I've seen two children injured this way. You should make him sit down." It was truly one of those Don't even START with me, sister moments. So, I said EFF YOU, BEOTCH!!! "It's ok, I'm an ER doctor - I can put in the stitches myself when he falls." and she just went OFF on me. Like, I was serious? I'd never fix him myself, C'MON, LADY!
Yes please, drag out as much crap as you can and put it in the middle of the room. Don't forget to ruin your sister's umbrella so I can hear for the next ten hours, "Moooommmy, that was my favorite umbrella. I'll never find another one like it." (in the most ANNOYING singsong wail you can imagine.)
Oh, and please don't forget to lock me out while I'm unloading groceries from the car. It's just damn funny to look at your s**t eating grin through the window while you wave and say, "Hi mama!" But dadgummit, I still managed to make dinner. You know it was a rotten day when I bust out the Kraft blue box. I hate this stuff like I hate Crocs. I'm convinced it stains your colon orange which is why I only put in half of the nasty cheese powder. The green part of the dinner came from the far left in the first photo. You know: Because at 2 and 5 they just don't have enough energy as it is.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I thrifted this hand stitched barn wall hanging (while photographing green boots) and will put it in my Etsy shop. Did I mention I started an Etsy shop yesterday? Because I just didn't have enough to do with cleaning up the overflowed toilet when Junior tried to repeatedly flush Foo Foo (his stuffed dog) down it to give him a bath.
It wasn't a terrible day, just one where I wanted peace and quiet and for all small children to sit quietly and read Dick and Jane Tidy the House and Don't Throw Food. Thanks for letting me vent. I think tonight daddy is going to have a very fun night...honey, I promised them you (singular) would take them to Chuck E. Cheese, hee hee hee!