I don't know why I can't seem to post much lately, and when I write I have nothing to write of but the perils of motherhood. Unfortunately, motherhood is all consuming these days. I'm a little tired of being a grown-up. Too bad it's permanent.
Yesterday I went upstairs alone to put something away; leaving all three crazies together and unattended. I was upstairs less than ten minutes and when I came down, the three of them had downed an entire, unopened box of Go-Gurts. They wanted a snack and Parker took it upon himself, as the older brother, to take care of it. I can't believe how many they ate in that much time. ...and if it only stopped there... Gray got into some cream cheese and the regular yogurts and they all had a hay day stomping on them, splattering my dining room walls, floors, table, chairs and even into the kitchen and living room. Apparently stomping on yogurt makes them burst. And that was being tracked through the house.
While cleaning that mess (mess is an understatement), Gray was in another room learning how to unscrew the lid on a brand new container of "Surf Hair" texture paste. Not only was his hair quite pasted, but so was the floor and the sliding glass door.
And while cleaning that mess, Gray stomped on one more yogurt.
He was rewarded by the longest time-out of his life (to date). Though time-outs for Gray are pretty rough. He can finagle himself out of just about anything.
I just wish those were the only disasters at my house yesterday, but who are we fooling? I live with a house full of crazies.
I'm off to girls night. I could use it.
Everyday Katie: OUT!