Instead, I've been dealing with this:
Pay no attention to my tiny living room The point is, it's trashed.
Girl Scout cookies are in.
That slimy puddle there? Silly putty. Same stuff my 5 woke up with in her hair a few months ago. I banned it from the house but it just keeps showing up.
These things are EVERYWHERE. And what's more, I found an unaccounted-for box in the upstairs trash. HOW did it get there? WHO did it? And WHY didn't they share with me?
Going up? Not likely. My kids have created a pretty good Death Trap.
Hi, Ma. We're home from school. Let's just dump all our crap here while we scrounge for Pop Tarts and cheese.
I decided to make Valentine's for my 9s class this year. I saw a really cute idea on Pinterest and tried to create my own version.
Yes. That is absolutely my stove top. I live in the world's tiniest house and there's not a lot of room for crafting. Not when the rest of my house looks like a refuge for crap.
After much deliberation, two trips to the store for candy and tons of stellar craftiness on my part, my 9 informed me, "Hey Mom? We can't have any peanuts in class because of allergies. These candies have peanut butter in them."
[you probably heard my scream through your computer screen]
So we did this instead.
And what could two 5s, a 4 and a 3 get into while I was downstairs rocking my craftiness? THIS.
Thanks for helping with the laundry, girls.
So yeah. My hands have been a bit tied the last day or so. Today should be a bit better.
Well.... this just happened, so maybe not.
There was an explosion of tears from the 3 after dumping this everywhere.
Elle's words to her 3: "There's no use crying over spilled milk."
And then Elle jumped and clapped her hands at the sheer joy of being able to use that phrase.