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]
i come home and go into the bathroom after i change. when i come out, there is a note on the floor in front of the door from 8yo asking if when i come out, we (and it specifies that by “we” it means her, 6yo and me) can have a wrestling match on my bed. there’s a box to check yes or no.
5 minutes later i am being attacked by both kids on the bed. 8yo makes up rules as she goes along, said rules always going to her benefit. this time it was no tickling, which is one of the few advantages i have when being attacked by both of them. naturally, i completely ignore this rule. in the middle of my tickle attack, 8yo yells: you may pull my spleen, my liver, and my guts out of my body, but i will never surrender!” WTF?? clearly i need to pay more attention to what they are watching on tv.
after the wrestling match was over (i won, of course – no one said moms can’t cheat), we try to get them ready for bed. which results in two half-naked girls running around with underwear on their head and their pjs tied around their bodies while squealing and riding scooters through the house. sigh. on the plus side, i grabbed the video camera and recorded them – GREAT blackmail material for when they are teenagers!!! 😀
ok, so what’s the rule on how long after halloween the kids’ failure to eat their candy constitutes forfeiture to the parents???