after waking me up indirectly by sneaking into my room and whisper arguing over who did what to whom at any ungodly hour (which prompted me to bellow at them to get out), the kids just informed me while i was eating breakfast that they have taken almost all the clothes out of 9yo’s closet and put virtually every pillow and beanbag and half the stuffed animals (we have about 3000 in our house) in there to create “Camp Fuzzy.”
9yo: if you need us, mama, you know where to find us – CAMP FUZZY!
(please note that the closet is actually quite wide, so the full effect is lost in a picture.)
this would be eternally cute save the fact that i am entirely sure they will never put all of this stuff back and, per our normal rules and my earlier directions, this will lead me to have to: (a) confiscate all of my 9yo’s clothes; (b) tell them they can’t go to the carnival today; and (c) listen to inordinate amounts of screaming, crying, and temper tantrums as a result of (a) and (b). vive la motherhood. [collapses on desk]