I know, I know, I'm supposed to be working on closets this week, but I thought I'd stop by and give you a taste of how it's going. Here I was all proud of myself for making some kind of progress on the house. I should have known better, I forgot the golden rule of child-rearing: For every mess thou cleanest up, two more shall be created. This is what the two youngest offspring contributed while I was breaking for lunch. Welcome to my reality. I had to take pictures, seriously, you just can't make this s**t up.
It's kind of hard to tell from these grainy iPhone photos but they took a can of Orange Peel (spray texture) to the two year old's bedroom. (Not sure why his sister's doll house is in his room, but it figures.) After a few hours of scrubbing, I got most of it off the walls, blinds and carpet. I rewashed a pile of clean clothes that fell within range of spray off. But the toys still need to be tended to, including a huge box of Legos and the old fabric rocking horse.
Ugh...
Looks like snow, smells like deadly, toxic fumes. Merry Christmas, Mommy! (banging my head on the wall, about now)
Looks like they broke the plastic cap to get into the can. Still a mystery how 1) they got their little fingers on this can in the first place, and 2) how they figured out the spray mechanism--even I struggle with it.
After this I've renamed the four year old and two year old Bonnie and Clyde--wreakers of havoc and destruction.
Hope your week is more productive than mine!
LOL! BTW, that castle toy rocks. I want one! Where did you get it????
ReplyDeleteOh man! That does not sound fun at all! Crazy! :) My daughter just cut her own bangs this morning. I am glad it is not worse than it could have been.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the rest of your week!
Blessings,
LaVonne @ Long Wait For Isabella
Lol! E.R., it's hard to find a good castle these days isn't it? I purchased it for my now 11-year-old back when he was a toddler. Imaginext constantly fell apart, making him so completely frustrated that I wanted to scream along with him. I finally found this one on Ebay. As I'm sure you can tell, it has seen better days! I just checked and found one listed on Ebay-item number: 320740555889. Gosh, I'll do anything to avoid getting back to those closets, won't I?
ReplyDeleteThanks, LaVonne! Sorry about the bangs--hmmmm, that seems all too familiar! *grins*
Lindy, thanks so much. Gosh, why didn't I think of Ebay? It's always the answer.
ReplyDeleteThat stinks (probably literally). Are they superhuman or something? I couldn't imagine being able to break something like that apart!
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, E.R.!
ReplyDeleteHa! Now it all makes sense! Yes, Alleged, apparently I've birthed a small fleet of extraterrestrials who have been endowed with super-strength, and the ability to bring a full grown woman to tears. Look out world! (LMBO!)
HEY, Stopping by from Real Housewife!
ReplyDeleteI can relate to the paint story. My sister and I, when were about 5 and 7 ( I am the oldest) took my Mom's paint, intended to redo the top of her car, and play tic-tac-toe on the basement wall with it.
Oh no! What a disaster! I feel for you. Kids are amazing aren't they...and sometimes not in a good way.
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