This morning, I'm blessed that I didn't wake up to J walking out of the house and closing the door behind him, and realizing he'd spilled 25% of the purple-ish Kool-Aid all over the fridge and floor....but I woke up to shreds of paper on my floor (they look like sandpaper), and a nasty smell. And then the fighting. Oh, the fighting. Now, in their defense, they usually don't live together, they're opposite genders AND there's an almost-5 years age difference, so it's not likely that they'll be best friends, but oh the DRAMA.
No joke, as soon as I posted this picture, G exclaimed at J, so I turned around to find my son sucking on a light bulb like it was candy. He gave it to me when I rushed him, and I screwed it in...and then sat and laughed. I can't make this stuff up. It's like those memes of mom's of young kids, that they must have Tourette's because you can regularly hear them saying things like, "QUIT LICKING THE CAT'S BUTT." With my son, apparently, his lollipop of choice is a lightbulb. And he does this on second Monday. WHO INVENTED THIS CRAP. I want to personally tar and feather them.
Tuesday was the day I picked to consistently blog, because the terror of Monday has worn down, it wasn't originally my walking day, and maybe boredom of no Husband at home would drive my imagination to overwork. Alas, I picked second Monday. Woe is me. Meanwhile, while my daughter complains about how long Proverbs 30 is, and gets mad at J for wearing her pretty pink, sparkly cowboy boots, I will suck on my protein shake, make my shopping list and dream of 5:30 when husband is expected to be home and I can run away to do my shopping ALONE. Mommy just needs a tiny bit of sanity...it's not even Hump Day yet.
Update: the shreds of paper on my room? Turns out they're bits of the drywall that my son destroyed by slamming my door open. Awesome.
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