Monday, February 23, 2009

Oh What a feeling

Sunday morning Abram & I decided we were simply too tired to get up and feed the kids. I gave Aisling permission to get cereal for herself & her siblings. Oops! When we came downstairs 30 minutes later, half of the bag of cereal looked like it had been poured into a balloon, released into the air only to hit the ceiling fan and explode all over the kitchen/dining room. the girls spent the next 20 minutes cleaning up the mess and Lachlan followed them around eating cereal out of their swept up piles. ( Don't worry, I had swept the floor the night before) Of course being children of a young and inexperienced age, after they were done cleaning, there was still quite a mess to clean up. We had to spend the rest of the morning getting ready for church and were busy when we got home and then were gone for the evening. I fed the kids birthday cake from the party last night for breakfast and then spent 30 minutes cleaning up the mess from yesterday and the chocolate crumbs from this morning. I think I had about 3 dustpans full of cereal and stuff ( I wiped all the table and counter crumbs onto the floor) minus the stuff Lachlan sneaked out while I was busy in another area. I can't figure out why he won't eat fresh food off his tray but seems to find his spilled food, especially a day later, irresistable. Anyway, it was an overwhelming feeling to have such a pig sty turn in to such a glorious clean room. The place I wanted to set fire to this morning is now a lovely, relaxing place. If only a little 409 could get the kids to stop fighting.
Have you ever allowed something foolish and had to suffer the consequences?

1 comment:

Niki said...

Oh yeah...one time that comes to mind is when I was on the phone and Connor ran into the kitchen and asked if they could play "energy tank", and instead of stopping my conversation and asking what that game might consist of, I gave him the nod and the brush off hand signal. When I got off the phone and went into his room I found out that playing "energy tank" meant taking big drinks of water from their sports bottles and spitting it all over the room.