I had a bad day a couple of days ago. Gray skies, rowdy boys, and a general lack of patience were key components. It culminated in two children deciding to go fishing with a toy frying pan so that they could “feel what the fish feels like.” When I caught them, there was a loud splash as they quickly dumped the poor fish back into the tank. Sigh.
So, after they were banished to their room and told to never come out again, I thought about what would make me feel better. Not cleaning up after them sounded like a good start. However, I did need to clean up after the fish incident since water would warp wood and probably that much water wasn’t good for the TV. So as I wiped up water, I decided Kevin needed to clean up after the boys. That would make me feel better. I’m not sure why … it was a bad day and I wasn’t really thinking clearly.
I decided to make raviolis and marinara sauce with chocolate pudding for dessert. The boys were allowed out of their rooms, apologized nicely to me, and ate their dinner without a single complaint. Actually, they thoroughly enjoyed it.
It was actually a pleasant part of the day. (there is spaghetti sauce down Billy’s back, too – not sure how or why)
But that could be because I knew what was coming.
I watched them all get messier and messier …
And then I pointed out Tommy’s face to Kevin …
And said, “Not it!”
That is code in our house for “You get to clean up these sweet yet disgusting faces.” And toes …
I felt better. I wasn’t completely evil … I filled the tub with water for Kevin to bathe them all.