yesterday was a good day. i had a few hours of alone-time in the kitchen, prepping & cooking things for this week’s meals. i scrubbed my cook top till it looked like new. all the while, the girls were entertaining themselves in my bedroom, playing make-believe without the television on (a rarity) – they’d bother me every now & then for items to use to construct their “fly boat” – just like on “the wonder pets” cartoon. i was really impressed by how long they were able to entertain themselves. but you know what they say about kids being too quiet for too long…
then came dinnertime, so i went in to tell them to start cleaning up – and that’s when the trouble began. forget the huge mess they had made: dumping the crayons everywhere, sofa pillows piled up, extra blankets, dress up clothes & shoes – all over my room. what they were upset about was the broken table – the kid-size one they use for everything. one of the boards along the apron was snapped in half and the leg was wobbling around. all i said was – “oh well, it’s trash now.” i did not even want to know what actions or who had forced the break to happen. we just cleaned up the room and moved on.
then later, i retreated to my bedroom to watch a little hgtv before bedtime. i looked all around for the remote but could not find it. daddy looked too with no success. “where did the girls put it?” we wondered. daddy decided to go ask the girls, not expecting to get an answer. to our surprise – big sister marched right into our closet, reached up on a hidden shelf, and produced what was left of the remote – 4 separate pieces. to see her bring in the pile of parts was quite comical – i could just imagine the girls plotting earlier to hide the evidence of their mischief, but as soon as she was asked about it, big sister sang like a canary. it was almost like she was expecting a reward for helping us out. luckily, daddy got it reassembled and in working order. once again, we did not even ask how it happened, cause i’m not sure we really wanted to know…
then came dinnertime, so i went in to tell them to start cleaning up – and that’s when the trouble began. forget the huge mess they had made: dumping the crayons everywhere, sofa pillows piled up, extra blankets, dress up clothes & shoes – all over my room. what they were upset about was the broken table – the kid-size one they use for everything. one of the boards along the apron was snapped in half and the leg was wobbling around. all i said was – “oh well, it’s trash now.” i did not even want to know what actions or who had forced the break to happen. we just cleaned up the room and moved on.
then later, i retreated to my bedroom to watch a little hgtv before bedtime. i looked all around for the remote but could not find it. daddy looked too with no success. “where did the girls put it?” we wondered. daddy decided to go ask the girls, not expecting to get an answer. to our surprise – big sister marched right into our closet, reached up on a hidden shelf, and produced what was left of the remote – 4 separate pieces. to see her bring in the pile of parts was quite comical – i could just imagine the girls plotting earlier to hide the evidence of their mischief, but as soon as she was asked about it, big sister sang like a canary. it was almost like she was expecting a reward for helping us out. luckily, daddy got it reassembled and in working order. once again, we did not even ask how it happened, cause i’m not sure we really wanted to know…
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