I kept Lexi home from school today because although I was 99% sure that the vomiting was due to her headache, I was uncomfortable sending her to school until I saw if she was feeling ok today. I figured I'd take her in around lunchtime as long as she was feeling ok. Unfortunately she got another headache late this morning, so I gave her some medicine and just kept her home all day. Jackson woke up with a headache this morning and by the time it went away, there was only an hour and a half left of school, so I just kept him home all day too.
My kids are smart. Seriously, they're pretty bright kids. So, why, why, WHY is it that I have to tell them at least 20 times a day that food is NOT allowed in the family room? WHY? I left the kids eating breakfast at the table in order to take a shower and when I came out, there was a bowl of cereal - milk and all - spilled all over the family room carpet. The carpet that Joe just shampooed. Of course, it's finally summer here so the milk is starting to smell wonderful in this heat. Lovely.
Then, because the sour milk soaked carpet wasn't quite enough, they took clay into the family room and smooshed some pretty blue and yellow globs into the carpet. I can understand why they did this as I only told them 4000 times to keep all Play-Doh and clay at the kitchen table at all times under penalty of death. It's perfectly understandable that they didn't comprehend my instructions.
"How many times do I have to tell you guys to keep the Play-Doh at the table??? Do you remember The Great Play-Doh Prohibition of 2005? If I see a single crumb of clay in the family room ever again, there will be a repeat of The Great Play-Doh Prohibition and I promise you I will not allow a single container of any sort of modeling compound within 20 miles of our house!"
Then, as I was copying some recipes, I heard a blood curdling scream from the backyard. I looked up and saw Clay standing on one foot by the picnic table. I ran outside, thinking I was going to have another child in a cast and saw Clay standing there, a trail of blood behind him. I ran back inside and grabbed a washcloth, returned to Clay and put it on his foot which was covered in blood and dripping all over the patio. After a couple minutes, it finally stopped enough for me to assess the damage. He sliced open his heel on something sharp in the grass. (Shocking that there would something sharp hidden in my backyard, I know.) Because my kids never wear shoes (must get that from their father. A-hem) he cut his foot. I cleaned and bandaged him up and then instated the "You Must Wear Shoes in the Backyard at ALL Times" rule so my kids have a new warning to ignore.
At one point today, Jackson ate the last Italian ice in the house. Brooklyn saw him take it and decided she wanted one too. He offered to share with her, but that wasn't good enough for
And if Clay doesn't learn how to control that temper of his, I'm shipping him off to military school. Just because he doesn't get his way, does NOT mean he can whip every toy within his reach across the house. And during one time-out today, he drew on his carpet with marker. Charming, no?
But that's not the absolute best part of my day, oh no. Like I said, it's finally summer here so the windows are open. The best part of my day was when I treated all my neighbors to my lunatic-like yelling and screaming at my kids until the veins in my temple actually burst. They're hiding in their houses, cowering behind their couches now. Well, either that or they're calling DCFS.
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