...are harder than others.
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Zach & Josh: After the "Marker Incident" |
This is how it all began in October of 2008. I'd had a particularly trying day with my two-and-a-half year olds. I needed someone...anyone...to know that I had brought into this world two of the most ill-behaved children ever born. So I sat down at the computer and sent my husband an e-mail with a blow-by-blow account of my morning.
After all, he got to drive for nearly two long, blissful hours by himself to get to work each day. Then he had a glamorous and fulfilling day dealing with the members of the credit union where he works. He got to eat his whole, entire lunch without someone asking to eat it or throwing part of it on the floor. He could go potty without an audience (well, as long as no one was in there with him...and certainly they didn't sit on his lap). Then he got two more quiet hours to himself on the drive home from work. He not only needed to hear about my day, he was going to hear about it. And so I wrote:
- I take a shower. Boys stand on a toy to get to the pens and mark themselves up. Luckily, no one decided to poke themselves in the eye with the letter opener or cut his brother's hair with any of the four (four?) scissors in the pen bucket.
- I take the boys to the grocery store. Josh spits his water all over himself before we get there. He's soaked.
- I buy the boys 99-cent plastic pumpkin buckets. Josh is cute and puts his fishy snacks in there. Josh is un-cute and adds water.
- When we get home, I give Josh his water cup to carry into the house. By the time I return with Zach, he has poured more water into the pumpkin and on the floor. Water taken away for good.
- I change my pants and shoes. Boys stand on an empty wipes container to reach my computer, which I find on the floor and there's a mysterious error message on the screen. Cell phone has been pilfered as well. Glasses bent at a precarious angle.
- Lunch involves much throwing and spilling.
- Josh finds Zach's water cup and spits water all over himself.
- As I clean up the last of lunch, Zach comes into the kitchen and says, simply, "poo-poo." That can mean only one thing: Josh has inspected his poo and found it pooey. Last straw, so off to bed for everyone. Including me.
Moral of the story: Don't have children unless you're willing to put them in the full-time care of others who may or may not share your values, morals and disposition. Oops, that's not what I meant to say. The moral is to watch your children's every move because they are infinitely curious and unfailingly able to get your attention in the least desirable way possible.
We look forward to seeing you tonight. oxo, k
Jay was especially kind and attentive and helpful when he got home. I got a good night's sleep and tried to do better the next day....