I got so frickin angry at my kids tonight! Well 2 out of 3. Wanna guess who?? Here's the story: I'm in the kitchen working on dinner, Grace is practicing her piano, and I hear lots of silliness occuring behind door #1. I finish dinner, help Grace with one little bit of her music, go to open the closed door and suddenly witness the chaos that has ensued. Big E & M thought it would be great fun to take out all the clothes in her dresser, and pack them in every bag/ backpack they could find. I help an opposite opinion and proceeded to firmly announce that they do not get to eat until this is all cleaned up -- meaning clothes put away in drawers, toys off the floor... All I keep hearing though as I proceed to the kitchen to get dinner served is lots of giggling and a light-saber. I hollar again, get it done!! Once more, get it done!! And again, get it -- CRASH !!Suddenly Maggie's crying - the cry that makes one think, maybe somebody's bleeding this time -- I dash to the room only to find her dresser had fallen along with everything on top and within it.
Once I assessed the situation and realized that no one was bleeding or dead, I FREAKED!!!!!!!!!!! They seriously did some damage... broken glass... screwed up the dresser... I'm hoping my screams put the fear of God in them so such a nifty little idea never drifts into their dear little heads again. I'm not sure though b/c my son is all about calling me on right now for using the "F" word. Little sh#t.
Did I mention that Bill's out of town until Thursday?? This is only day one.
BTW, somebody comment... I'm starting to get a complex...
6 comments:
OMG! THAT'S what I heard from up the street! =) J/K. I'm sorry to hear about this. If you need either one of us AT ALL, for relief, back up, tag teaming, etc...while the man is out, CALL! I know it's kind of a long drive, but anything for you babe.
Oh, and I check this site about 10 times a day, so don't get a complex. It's just that we talk so often in a days time...
Love you
don't ya just love being a parent. Just remember... "it's illegal to shake your baby!" just repeat that to your self over and over again.
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Thanks for the mantra...
WOW, that is quite a story. You know the same goes for me and the hubby, you need anything, a sanity check, give us a call. I will be lifting you up and thinking about you till the dude gets home!
Omigosh, I'm actually laughing so hard that I'm tearing up!!!!!! Lord Jesus in heaven and all that is holy. I'll take Mags tomorrow and you can just weep and eat chocolate. Rats! - sugar-free chocolate.
OK, I'm not as twisted as that sounds. It's just that I can see you in the tornado whirling and shouting and crazy. It's hysterical in it's relatability!
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