Then I heard water running in the bathroom.
When I walked around the corner, down the hall, and into my room, I found this:
(There was carnage on every surface of that tiny bathroom, which, by the way, I paid someone to clean this morning, but my rolling stomach only allowed a couple of photos. I am particularly enamored with the "don't look at me!" poses my kids struck. What? Hiding from the media already?)
I promptly turned around, walked back into the kitchen, pulled up Facebook on my laptop and typed, "SOS! SOS!" I really didn't have the stomach (or the brain, or the heart, or the willpower) to deal with this.
Gavin had followed me. As I returned to the scene of the crime, he padded behind me and said, "Sissy did all the mess in there." As both children were covered with lotions and potions and water and sparkles, I knew they were both involved. But only one of them is able to open doors and pry apart child-locked drawers. And that one isn't a Sissy.
So they both stripped (at which point I found out that before nap time Gavin had donned a pull-up, a swimsuit, pajama pants, and regular (read: Halloween costume) pants) and I turned on the shower. I got in bed and pulled the covers over my head. A nearby friend texted to make sure my SOS cry wasn't a true emergency. So I got out of bed and made sure my Facebook friends knew no one had died. And Garry was on his way.
The kids were just getting out of the shower when a friend came to the door. She's a Notary Public and graciously offered to come to my house and notarize some preschool paperwork I need to submit for Gavin. [Sidebar: Is he applying for the FBI? Notarized docs seem a little extreme for a three-year-old on a waiting list.] Both kids streaked, soaking wet and naked, across the room during her visit. When Kaye left, I attempted to dress Lexi. She ran away, hid under the piano (it's a baby grand) and peed on the wood floor.
Later there was an incident with graham crackers on my bedroom carpet. And Gavin clogged a toilet in the basement.
But someone in the ward brought dinner and a California friend's care package arrived in the mail. I guess the day wasn't a total bust. I'm just not ready for another one.
5 comments:
oh, littles. oh, heidi. love you guys.
I know, I know! Next time, you can barf on them both while they're in the shower. They deserve it, they get what they deserve, AND easy cleanup for you!
Oh, girl. I know this day all too well. More than once my two youngest took a Costco pack of eggs into their carpeted bedroom and smashed every single one against the wall and, subsequently, into the carpet. They also used to take the tub of margarin and shaker of parmesan into their closet and create a fantastic mess. Regularly. And, when Joe and I finally got away together a couple of years ago (in fact two years ago this week) those two hooligans got loose in our bedroom and emptied eight bottles of nail polish while jumping on our all-white bed like a circus trampoline act. When they finished it looked as though fourteen clowns had been murdered in there. The bed, lamps, nightstands, scriptures, and carpet were ruined, as was our vacation when the frantic sitter called us home a day early. Good times.
I tell you this so you can laugh and know you’re not alone in your misery. As dear as those little ones are, they can make home feel like a torture chamber where you get punished for resting, eating, showering, or simply looking away for 30 seconds.
Final thought: I love the last shot of Lexi. There’s nothing like the look a little one can give when they’ve been caught, yet the expression would have you believe you’re then one whose been naughty. Awesome!
Well! That sure makes my day look pretty boring ;) All I had going on today was dry beans all over the linoleum. Multiple times, but still, nothing a simple broom on the floor can't handle. And a toothpick, to get some out from under the dishwasher.
Kiddos having fun with Mom's bathroom stuff...I love Lexi's face of, "uh oh, i got caught!"
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