March 26, 2007

  • brambles and matches

    Its been a day.

    The good news is my tooth ache is mellowing.  I'm hoping that means the antibiotics are starting to work.

    One can hope right?

    In other news.

    Well.

    HMM

    Jeremiah was pushing his wheelbarrow and it got away from him and he landed hands first in blackberry vines.  He tore up his right hand quite a bit.  I ended up having to pull over ten stickers out of his hand while he screamed.

    He had about 8-10 scratches all bleeding.  Blackberry vines are just nasty.

    Anyhow he was very very upset, and it took me about 30 minutes of cuddling, and thistle pulling to get him calmed down.  During this time I heard my bedroom door flutter behind me a couple times, but just assumed it was the wind.  It was gorgeous today, and I had as many windows open as possible trying to chase the sick bugs out of my house.

    So, I finally got Jeremiah calmed down--asleep.  And I laid him down on my bed.  I closed the bedroom door tight, and came back to the computer.  I heard my door flutter.  It does NOT flutter after its been closed tight.  And I knew I had closed it hard, as I didn't want Jeremiah waking up.

    I turned around just in time to see Samuel coming out of it.

    "Samuel, what are you doing in my bedroom?"

    "I was trying to get matches, like Zeria did.  We are lighting a campfire."

    What is it with my kids and camping?

    And matches?

    So, the deal is, my kids have figured out where the matches were hid.  We'd gotten lax about locking them up as they were in a box inside my bedroom.  The kids apparently figured out where they were hidden.

    And they were playing camping, and wanted to add fire to the works.

    Ya know that's a great game for 8 and 9 year olds huh?

    DARN< DARN< DARN<

    This raising drugbabies who check out on the consequences thing repeatedly is just exhausting.

    Samuel has lost video game priviledges.  Zeria has lost tv privledges.  Their back packs that they LOVE to play camp with are living in my closet until vacation.

    And the matches are getting locked back up.

    And me?  I'm going to resign from parenting for a day or two. 

Comments (2)

  • **my jaw is on the floor**  That scares the heck out of me.  Especially after the fire at your other house.  Eeeeegads!

  • At least when you asked him he was straightforward about what he was doing there. I am praying for the situation.

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