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!
