It’s really hard when your a mommy blogger to find the time to blog. Most of my posts are written with a little one crying or whining or screaming at my feet. Generally there is sibling fighting going on in the room with me. Kids will start asking me for stuff I’ve said no to all day because they know there’s a good chance I’ll absentmindedly say yes. Honestly, it’s a wonder I’m able to form a complete thought, much less a complete sentence.
Sometimes, though, REALLY special stuff happens while I’m blogging.
For example, take the last blog post I wrote. While I was up here typing that post, unbeknownst to me, a little painting party was going on in my basement. I was enlightened to the fact that this was occurring when “Mr. Trouble” came up the stairs saying he needed to wash his feet. I looked up at him, and he was covered in paint- his hands up to his elbows, all over his shirt, all over his feet up to his knees, and his shorts- all covered in paint. “Leader of the Fab-Five” saw him and yelled at him to stop walking, which of course just made “Mr. Trouble” walk very slowly up my stairs while sliding his body against the wall.
I got him into the shower, and then went downstairs to investigate. Not surprisingly, CamCam was also an attendee at this fun painting party. I discovered that he and his brother had attempted to clean themselves in the bathroom down there. So my walls in the bathroom all around the sink were covered in paint, the sink itself was completely covered, and the floor had painty water splattered everywhere.
The absolute worst area was, obviously, the room in which they were painting. It hasn’t even been a month since I repainted this room. It needed repainting since CamCam had written all over the walls with marker. Well, apparently someone needed to catch their balance while exiting the room, and used my freshly painted walls to break their fall.
My white carpet now has fabulous brown footprints all over it.
Yeah, I know. Choosing white carpet was definitely NOT one of my better choices in life.
Here’s the guilty party, not looking very guilty at all. Actually looking like they had quite a bit of fun.
And here is the masterpiece that caused all this chaos.
Quite the work of art. People buy all sorts of weird art, I wonder if I could sell it and make enough to have my carpets cleaned.
