So, I'm living with my parents again... which has it's definite pros and some understandable cons. Luckily for all of us, we seem to get along WAY better than when I was 17.One of the things that I find so funny about our arrangement... the arrangement where I crash here with my husband and four kids until the house is done... is how many times I think to myself, "I gotta hurry and clean that up before Mom gets home!". It's a feeling that I know all too well, but now, it's not even my mess. It seems that Olive will throw all the potting soil out of a plant, Ivey will have a potty accident somewhere unfortunate, one of the boys will use to much brute force on when opening the plastic bag in a cereal box, or a sneaky pencil will secretly write on a wall... any of the typical daily battle scars of a home of children... about 15 minutes before someone is going to be home from work. Such situations would normally cause a "oh, crap!" moment anyways, but when it isn't your floor or rug or kitchen, it puts on a different twist.
Today, it was a rice fight. Everyone was sitting to a nice dinner of chicken, rice, and broccoli, when I ran upstairs to grab my netbook. It didn't seem like I was gone any time at all. When I came down, there was a rice catastrophe. Asa and Addison claim that the girls were throwing rice at them. So, they were both sent to the time out couch while I tried to clean up the sticky rice confetti. This was the first dual-girl-time-out experience, but I'm sure it won't be the last!
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