OK OK OK. I've been thinking a lot about that little pissed off post. And I'm worried about some of yous. You know who you are. I have my reasons for getting pissed off around here. My boys are cute, but when I'm not looking a lot of crap goes down. For instance:
I wanted to help my kids feel the joy of service and being compassionate during the month of December. So, I wrote out 24 things they could do from now until Christmas day. They were small things -- like decorating the bedroom of their favorite babysitter for her birthday, and opening the door for others, and saying Merry Christmas to at least 5 people in one day. You get the idea.
I was also pretty sure that having a service project advent would be a hard sell, so I was a super nice mom and I actually researched a bunch of LEGO builder sites and printed out the instructions for 24 Christmas-y things you can make with LEGOs. Then I printed them out and folded 'em up with the service ideas and slid one into each slot on our nifty advent counting down thingy.
Lots of work, people.
Woke up on Dec. 3 to find they had already been up for a while and had opened every single day of advent and scattered the papers all over the house. All of them. Grrrrrrr.
On that very same day I slammed the door to the dryer and went running into my room because I could hear some suspicious giggling. Guess what I found? Mason. Covered in white goo. Let's just say it's a good thing one of my sisters-in-law is a stylist and gets us our hair products at a discount. Every last bit of my favorite hair slime was wiped onto Mason's head and face. Grrrrrrr.
Oh, and before I forget... that same day Mason came proudly marching into the kitchen with no pants on. From that vantage point I could see that he had poo smeared all over his rear end and down both legs. What was he so proud of? "Mom! I have dialeah!" Like it's a good thing. Should have seen the bathroom. Grrrrrrr.
I'm just saying. Before you get all pointy fingered on me, wipe a few butts for me.
5 comments:
If it makes you feel any better the other day Chase's evil twin decided to pay us a visit. He refused to put on a diaper which landed him in time out but that didn't prevent him from peeing all over the floor..,
LOL...why is it so clever and funny when your grandchildren do it, but so frustrating and irritating when it's your children?
PS Coop....love your hat.
I am so glad this kinda stuff happens to you too! Last night, don't ask me how she did it, but Maylin dragged my flour sack...at least 10 pounds left in it, down the hall and scooped it all out onto her carpet.
It really makes me feel better to know I am not alone!
Time for more hair goop. And I'm not pointing any fingers! Damn, they are cute though.
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