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Here we go again!
Took easy child out tonight for some one-on-one time and to shop for a new bike helmet since she mangled hers last month when she crashed. husband took the difficult child's home after we all met for dinner after his golf outing, and was supposed to get the other two headed for bed.
Well, the difficult child's were a lot too rowdy for husband on the car ride back home, he lost his temper, did a bit of yelling and sent them to their rooms when they got home.
When easy child and I arrived back from our little 45 minute errand, difficult child 2 was coming out of the bathroom with his hands covered in paint and dried plaster of paris! Hmmm... I thought they were supposed to be getting ready for bed? husband was wrapped in a towel sitting at the computer playing soitaire after apparently having taken a shower, oblivious to what difficult child 2 was up to. :hammer:
After querying difficult child 2 what he was up to, I learned that he had found a forgotten birthday gift in his closet -- a plaster and paint kit whereby you pour the mixture into a mold, let it harden and then paint it after it dries.
Being the enthusiastic difficult child that he is, #2 had ripped into the contents without so much as a blink at the directions and proceeded to mix and pour all over his bed, floor, and nightstand! So I had the pleasure of sending him to the garage to take of the clothing covered in dried plaster and paint, and then vacuuming and wiping down the unbelieveable mess.
husband announces he's going to bed, since he's got an early commute tomorrow. Great -- thanks for all your help! No, really! You toddle off to bed, dear -- let me clean up this mess AND get the three kids ready for bed and medicated. Really, I'll manage just fine.
Then I had to do my best to calmly explain to difficult child 2 why his impatience with this little project (that he wasn't even supposed to be doing at this time of night when he's SUPPOSED to be getting ready for bed -- to which he replies, "Well, Dad just said I had to go to my room. He didn't tell me to get ready for bed.") resulted in a complete waste of the materials. Needless to say, I failed in the calm department. :nonono:
His bed is such a mess, he is sleeping on the couch tonight. Tomorrow I begin the overhaul of his room -- I guess this is God's way of telling me it's time to take inventory of the black hole.
The kicker for me was after difficult child 2 was somewhat settled on the couch (and I was still cleaning up what I could in his room), and announced to me that there was a problem in his brother's toilet, which he had just recently used and deposited an apparent excess of toilet paper, among other things, resulting in, yup, a clog. O - Joy of Joys! What else can happen tonight?
And the cat left something that should have been in the litter box in easy child's room :crazy:
Well, the difficult child's were a lot too rowdy for husband on the car ride back home, he lost his temper, did a bit of yelling and sent them to their rooms when they got home.
When easy child and I arrived back from our little 45 minute errand, difficult child 2 was coming out of the bathroom with his hands covered in paint and dried plaster of paris! Hmmm... I thought they were supposed to be getting ready for bed? husband was wrapped in a towel sitting at the computer playing soitaire after apparently having taken a shower, oblivious to what difficult child 2 was up to. :hammer:
After querying difficult child 2 what he was up to, I learned that he had found a forgotten birthday gift in his closet -- a plaster and paint kit whereby you pour the mixture into a mold, let it harden and then paint it after it dries.
Being the enthusiastic difficult child that he is, #2 had ripped into the contents without so much as a blink at the directions and proceeded to mix and pour all over his bed, floor, and nightstand! So I had the pleasure of sending him to the garage to take of the clothing covered in dried plaster and paint, and then vacuuming and wiping down the unbelieveable mess.
husband announces he's going to bed, since he's got an early commute tomorrow. Great -- thanks for all your help! No, really! You toddle off to bed, dear -- let me clean up this mess AND get the three kids ready for bed and medicated. Really, I'll manage just fine.
Then I had to do my best to calmly explain to difficult child 2 why his impatience with this little project (that he wasn't even supposed to be doing at this time of night when he's SUPPOSED to be getting ready for bed -- to which he replies, "Well, Dad just said I had to go to my room. He didn't tell me to get ready for bed.") resulted in a complete waste of the materials. Needless to say, I failed in the calm department. :nonono:
His bed is such a mess, he is sleeping on the couch tonight. Tomorrow I begin the overhaul of his room -- I guess this is God's way of telling me it's time to take inventory of the black hole.
The kicker for me was after difficult child 2 was somewhat settled on the couch (and I was still cleaning up what I could in his room), and announced to me that there was a problem in his brother's toilet, which he had just recently used and deposited an apparent excess of toilet paper, among other things, resulting in, yup, a clog. O - Joy of Joys! What else can happen tonight?
And the cat left something that should have been in the litter box in easy child's room :crazy: