On Wednesday I was slow to clear the breakfast table. To be precise, breakfast dishes and foodstuffs (besides the milk) were still on the table at three in the afternoon. The Littles and I had lunch on the go after a morning of music class and errands, so it wasn't until the end of the school day approached that I decided to clean up.
Somehow I got detained en route and Lexi beat me to the task. Instead of putting away cereal boxes, clearing dishes, and wiping down the table, I had to clean up this:
The exercise required a vacuum and a bath tub.
The next day, the late-afternoon grumpies took hold and the Littles needed a project. I needed to talk to a real live adult human, so I prepared a simple activity for the kids and picked up the phone. Ironically, when given permission to finger paint with chocolate pudding, Gavin and Lexi balked. They wouldn't have anything to do with it. I quickly realized that finger painting wasn't going to happen, so I handed each kid a basting brush. Painting is fun, right? Especially when the paint is edible!
Wrong. Pudding painting lasted a grand total of five minutes. Hmph. I guess the kids like to generate their own ideas for messes. And making mischief behind Mom's back is always more fun.