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Jan. 28th, 2011 11:39 amThe BoyChild is working very hard at commiting death by parent today.
While I was doing lessons with The Miss, he dug several boxes of seed beads out of my crafting cabinet, emptied them onto the floor, and stirred. I ended up sweeping them up in a dustpan (along with some handfuls of dirt from a nearby potted rosemary) and dumping the mess in a baggie. I'll try sorting stuff when I'm not so mad.
So then, mess cleaned up, I take a quick toilet break, just to get away and catch my breath. While I was out of the room, he climbed the pantry cabinet and found a partial box of pedialyte popsicles. By the time I came got there, he'd opened and emptied four of them onto my purse, gloves, several kids' books, and most of my gardening catalogs. Of course, everything but the catalogs were salvagable. Dammit.
So now, The BoyChild is in his bed doing penance, I am contemplating gin and tonics for lunch, and praying the little *angel* takes a nap today. 'Cuz Momma's gonna go crazy without a break today.
While I was doing lessons with The Miss, he dug several boxes of seed beads out of my crafting cabinet, emptied them onto the floor, and stirred. I ended up sweeping them up in a dustpan (along with some handfuls of dirt from a nearby potted rosemary) and dumping the mess in a baggie. I'll try sorting stuff when I'm not so mad.
So then, mess cleaned up, I take a quick toilet break, just to get away and catch my breath. While I was out of the room, he climbed the pantry cabinet and found a partial box of pedialyte popsicles. By the time I came got there, he'd opened and emptied four of them onto my purse, gloves, several kids' books, and most of my gardening catalogs. Of course, everything but the catalogs were salvagable. Dammit.
So now, The BoyChild is in his bed doing penance, I am contemplating gin and tonics for lunch, and praying the little *angel* takes a nap today. 'Cuz Momma's gonna go crazy without a break today.