Trouble

Mae is in time out and I am making Wes clean the house. These two are serious mischief makers. I just found a window screen, the candy land game (and all the cards, gingerbread men, and board), papers, and toys three stories below our balcony. Then I found the contents of their closet (including all their clothing and shoes) in one big pile with a box of graham crackers smashed up and poured on top. Then a whole case of water bottles was emptied in our front closet. Then I came into the bathroom to help Wes and he was sitting on the toilet with a pair of scissors cutting Mae and Vera's amber necklaces (do I need to mention that they are expensive heirlooms?) Ahhhhh.

Last week I found them sitting at the top shelf in our walk in closet, with all of our clothes, shoes, hangers, luggage and boxes etc on the floor, and they were eating all they could from a costco box of gum.

I literally cannot let these two out of my sight, they are not allowed to play in their room or go to the bathroom without me there. If they are taking a bath and I step out, they flood the bathroom. If they are pooping and I leave, there is poop or pee or toilet water all over when I come back. If they are eating breakfast and I go to get dressed, then cereal is on the walls, (along with blueberries, which stain). They empty the pantry, they empty the fridge, they cover Vera with blankets, and swim toys, and milk. They draw all over my house plans and to do lists, and computer, and tear up my magazines. They loose my nice jewelry, watches, and keys, and push over lamps and break lightbulbs . . .

hang on, Wes just ran by with his hands full of granola bars . . .

Ok, where was I. Oh ya, and they dump gallons of milk, and juice, and bottles of soap, and peel hardboiled eggs and smash them all over the house. Well, I could say more but I think you get the point; sometimes I want to pull my hair out.

If you are wondering when they find the opportunities to do these things, it is usually when I am feeding Vera, changing Vera, doing dishes, laundry or making a meal. As soon as I answer a phone call, they disappear. It usually takes me two hours to get all three kids to bed. By the time I am done I am ready for bed as well. But that is my only time to get anything accomplished, so these days I am surviving on 4-6 hours of sleep a night.

This is all I have to say when John wonders what I do all day.

My two precious trouble makers: I love them