Do you ever have those days that you just know from the start are going to be bad? Today is one of those days. I was lying in bed enjoying my sleep when Myles ran in and said, "Mom, come quick, it's an emergency." "Yoda had gotten into something and made a huge mess." Upon investigation I found that the mess was not made by the dog. Instead was made by a certain three year old, named Audrey. She had taken the tooth paste, pink and blue flavors, the bottle of lotion, and a bottle of sunscreen and squeezed them out all over the floor in the hall. Then she added several cups of water for good measure, and started finger painting on the carpet. Yep, that's right! Large pink and blue and white circles on the carpet. And if that wasn't enough she then walked down the stairs, into the living room and went to find some "lips" in my purse, something that is off limits, btw. She took everything out of the purse. Then went into the other purses that were hanging on the coat rack. She emptied them all out too. Consumed all the "treats" found in them, pulled open all the bandaids and taped them to the side of the purse and moved on. I guess she found a bottle of RED nail polish in one purse. She then paints her nails, her toes, her lips, and then her entire foot. Oh and everything else that she was sitting on too. That would be the sofa, the leather ottoman, and the rug under the sofa. I have just spent 2 hours cleaning up this little tornado and I hate to say it, but some of the mess is permanent. What possesses a normally well behaved child to do something like this all before the hour of 7 A.M.? I need a vacation!
This was the mess I woke to. |
Notice her fingers and lips are also painted. |
3 comments:
I would've cried.
Where do you begin to punish her?
Remember this?
http://justbreatheinandout.blogspot.com/2008/07/serenity-now.html
Same thing. Welcome to my world. It doesn't get better, they just get diagnosed as ADD and then you have to suck it up for the rest of your life. Sorry Brooke. Nothing makes me angrier than permanent messes.
Oh. my. goodness. I'm afraid where I'd be right now had this happened at my house. Prison?
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