Timing is everything with small kids and husbands, too. My girls and my husband are notorious for choosing the worst of times for just about anything. Take for instance how bedtime is usually a fiasco and a half around these parts. We were even told, when saying that it was indeed bedtime from Emma, “That is not a good idea!” She is only three years old. So, what does she know about good ideas?
Apparently though, Gingerbread the Elf wasn’t quite doing his job as well as this momma had hoped, but never mind that right now. Last night, I was getting the girls ready for bed after another long day of temper tantrums and Emma even trying to eat play dough at school. Yes, I went to pick her up, was told she was found with play dough in her mouth and that the teacher helped her take it out and clean her mouth. Got to love three year olds and yet again the way their minds work (never have I thought let me eat play dough and see how this tastes).
Did I mention that Kevin was now beginning to paint our room (because the sooner the room gets painted the sooner the TV can get picked up and displayed) and of course nicked the corner of our dresser (yes our brand new bedroom furniture) with the round metal button on the pocket of his jeans (getting told this will be a blog post!)? Thank god for furniture markers, because if not Kevin’s TV might have had a nick in it when brought home (sorry, couldn’t resist and feel slightly better now!). But seriously I was now just a bit aggravated. Yes, folks this is my life and you can’t have it!!
Anyway, back to bed time though. Both girls used the toilet (Emma at least didn’t fight this, but of course Lily did and as soon as she sat down peed on the toilet, so the good fight was apparently for nothing (and once again when are they going to learn mom knows best). Now, they both brushed their teeth, but of course Emma needed to wash her hands and decided to fall off the toilet cover now while she tried to stand on it as a step stool of sorts. Here came the tears and have to admit was not feeling so sorry for her, because she has been told over and over not to do this, but chose this moment to again not to listen. Wonder if now she will learn from this mistake, but I digress, because sure her short term memory will hold and she will try this one yet again at some point.
Once done with the bathroom, my girls are told by yours truly to get into bed, while I went into the kitchen to grab something. I was only gone for less than a minute (a minute too long) and when I came back Lily had Emma’s Ceramic Precious Moments Ballerina Music Box given to her from Kevin’s mother at her first dance recital last June. Of course it was not in one piece and the piece she had is the base, but the ballerina was no where to be found and snapped off. I am seriously seeing the color red right now. and steam is billowing out of my ears. Kevin moved some things around and finally the ballerina was located. He finished putting them to bed at this point, while here I was at 9:30 at night gluing a ballerina back onto her music box.
Seriously folks, are you sure you don’t want to trade lives for a day or buy two little beasts, who are for sale real cheap? Ok, I am just teasing, but damned if I know how these two who have the faces of angels could get into so much mischief. I am truly baffled and so tired. But not to worry, tomorrow is another day and sure they will find more excitement for me then.
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