October 6, 2004

  • Good morning


    Yesterday....


    Yesterday was brought to me via mistakes.


    Mistake number one;   Running more then one errand.   I know better.  My body just can't handle it yet.   So I hurt.


    Mistake number two;  Letting the kids get the playdough out yet.


    Now initially this didn't seem like a mistake.   I mean its raining cats & dogs.   And their bored.  Their not allowed tv thanks to the lying spree on Saturday.   So playdough.


    Well they decided they didn't like the fact the play dough was cold...and decided to soften it up.  Picture very sticky bread dough.


    I rather missed that.  And I was sitting staring at them most of them time less then ten feet away.


    BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG MISTAKE.


    Ya know writing food fights in role playing is a lot of fun.


    Only cause I know Theramax cleaning goddess of the universe is going to clean up.   Jen???????  Could she come over this morning PLEASE????


    So Zeria didn't like the sticky mess and walked away.   She had a very-small mess at her place at the table.   Kaylin played quietly with hers a long time.  She had a medium-sized mess as did Rainee.  I believe it took me 5 minutes to clean up their side of the table.


    The boys?     Oh my goodness.   Two hours later, and we are STILL cleaning up playdough.   They had a play-dough fight.    Its on the windows, floor, walls, clothes.  


    So what was mistake 3??   I saw the mess.   It was confined to a 5-foot radius around the kitchen table.    I asked them to clean it up.    I told them they could each have one wash rag and a spoon..and get scrapping.


    Ten minutes later (still sitting within ten feet of them.)   I came to check on their progress......


    They had playdough now strewn from the table to the bathroom.  All over their clothes.  Had used about 15 washrags.   And the floor was a slippery sloppy mess.  


    I slipped...didn't fall...but triggered my uterus.    STRONG contractions.


    And MUCH anger.  (D'UH)


    After yelling at the boys for several minutes....


    I grabbed the telephone and hid in the bedroom.  THEY were safer that way.  Seriously.   I have had my kids make many messes.  Trust me this one is much more impressive.


    I called Rob and cried through the contractions and told him to talk me off the ceiling.   He was a GOOD man.  He just let me cry.  And told me to leave the mess. 


    About 15 minutes later I rejoined my kitchen.  Zeria and Kaylin, and RAinee had 98% cleaned up their mess.   And the boys had managed *gasp*  to clean up the bathroom/hallway floor.   And done a sort-of-okay job cleaning up the table.


    Of course its taken Rob over an hour this morning to finish their clean job.  But their 6 and 3....I didn't expect perfection.


    Mostly I wanted the WATER cleaned up.  And the big glops of playdough.....


    So I left the rest of the mess....for several hours.


    But I felt sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo  GUILTY for leaving a mess that was made on my watch.  


    And made the last mistake of the day.  I attempted to scrub the table myself.


    Back came the contractions.  With a vengeance.  And Rob was met at the door with a crying wife.  *again*  Man that guys a saint.


    He handed me the ibuprofen, told me that he was fine, he made a good towel.  (to dry the tears)  And he'd clean the mess in the morning.


    SAINT I tell ya.


    And a genious.  ROFL.  Because the boys punishment?  Well part of it...their now forbidden from craft projects until Saturday.  (Man their gonna get bored.)    Anyhow.....while he cleaned he made them sit on the floor beside him, and sit.  Without talking, without moving.   They did.   For an hour and a half.    Apparently daddy is even scarier then mommy.


    And in the light of day........


    Its really impressive how far playdough can be thrown.  


    And in the light of a NEW day.....


    I'm so glad I don't have to repeat that day ever again!!!!!


    Go ahead you can snicker at the mess....I'm almost snickering already.    Tis one way to get the flooor mopped after all. 

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