My children. Well, where do I start? I am a little behind on my countdown to spring this year. After the past 3 days, I have decided it is time to start the countdown.
Saturday: Jesse tied one end of my exercise band to his ankle and the other end to the top of my wicker bookshelf. He climbed atop a nearby chair and attempted a bungee jump. The result was my collection of lovely houseplants scattered across half the room. I still haven't gotten all of the dirt out of the carpet. Later that afternoon, I was in the bedroom folding clothes and heard a crashing noise coming from upstairs and ending downstairs. My first thought was, "Good grief. What now?" I continued folding and then heard a blood-curling scream coming from Tyler. I ran as fast as I could to the bottom of the stairway. Tyler was sitting in a laundry basket with a look of horror on his face. Jesse was getting ready for the shove down the stairs, when I screamed "No!" with all my might. The look of relief on Tyler's face was priceless. Jesse looked rather disappointed. This leads me to the conclusion that the first crashing noise was probably Jesse on a joy ride down the stairs.
Sunday: I took an afternoon nap and woke up to both of their bedrooms totally destroyed. This is actually pretty common. No big deal.
Later, the boys were fighting over a certain car. The toy was a rather heavy race car. I gave Jesse HIS car and gave Tyler the car they were fighting over (Jesse pushed Tyler and snatched it away). After I took the car from Jesse, he threw himself in the floor kicking and screaming. He then chunked his car at my head, barely missing, and made a rather large gash in the wall. Yes, I screamed. Then I, not so calmly, dragged him to his father to avoid child abuse. His punishment was a calm down time with daddy and losing tv for the evening and two more days.
Monday: Oh, little Tyler... I awoke this morning to the sound of running water. That is never a good sign. I crept upstairs to find Tyler dumping buckets of water down an air conditioner register. That one got a spanking.
Because of the aforementioned bedroom disasters, Tyler spent most of the day downstairs with me. I made him tag along as I cleaned downstairs, but he scrambled for things to get into twice when my phone rang and when I had to take the garbage to the road. When I came in the house, he squealed with delight as he ran to put toys in a hole he had made in a wall.
This evening, he came downstairs to tell me, "pee pee" as he grinned from ear to ear. Since there were no external signs of an accident, I asked Jesse why Tyler was saying "pee pee." Jesse nonchalantly says, "Tyler peed in the toybox." ARGHHhhhh!
His cute creation of the day was a drumset, drumsticks and microphone (wicker side table and three screwdrivers).
SO! I think it is time to say only 41 MORE DAYS 'til spring!!!!
