I’m convinced that I might not survive my little girl. I don’t know how you moms with more than one of the ”pretty in pink” species do it. Boys make an entirely different breed of mess. Somehow, for me, they are so much easier.
I decided to write about this so I don’t go ballistic or cry. It is therapudic to share my frustrating moments and somehow, documenting it takes away a bit of the sting, reducing the boiling anger roiling in my chest.
Guess how I got to spend the baby free moments of a (rare) sunny Saturday morning?
Dealing with this…
The guest bathroom looks fabulous decorated with a whole roll of fluffy TP don’t you think? And the squirted out toothpaste adds a chic look to my stool. And everybody needs a soaking wet hand towel to primp themselves.
And this…
“Mommy bandaids” expertly unwrapped and stuck to the bathroom floor. More “stickers” (planter wart bandaids) stuck all over adding to the masterpiece. And no little girl mess decorating job would be complete without one hundred or so baby wipes in the trash. At least something made it to the trash!
I didn’t get a picture but little Peewee also poured a coffee can full of chicken mash into my clean laundry! Here chicky chicky, come into my laundry room and clean my clothes please. What was she thinking?
All I wanted to do was trim my rose canes and attempt a batch of gluten free Matzo for a Christian Seder.
Check out this post on Gina Conroy’s blog with a script and family friendly ideas for doing an easy Christian Seder.
Oh my, she really did get into it this time, didn’t she? Let’s hope all that energy will actually be a help to you some day. Right now I know you don’t feel like laughing, but you gave me a really good chuckle for the day! Love you and Little Miss Busy!
Grammy Lynda
I’m highly considering changing her nickname to The Little Colonel.
BTW those princess shoes, complete with Tale as Old as Time lyrics and flashing lights “jewels” were her pick for spending her Easter money. The boys pooled their money and bought Voyage of the Dawn Treader.
Oh Little Miss! She sure does know how to make a proper mess, doesn’t she? I think you need to make an entire album of her “decorations.” Then when she is a mom calling you up and wondering how her kids could be so destructive you can show her where they got it from!
~giggle~
I can totally picture that. I think I was OK with everything (“I could handle that! No prob!”) until I got to the part about chicken mash in the clean laundry. I think that would have pushed me over the edge!!
I’m glad you’re getting therapy by writing… Ballistic Jesse would not be pretty in pink.
Hahaha, too true!
And you always catch my spelling mistakes. I love it! Spell check wasn’t working today and I was too frustrated to care.
SHE’S ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!I have pics of my granddaughter sticking “Mommy bandaids” all over the floor of a coffee shop while we were visiting.
I’m so glad you took pictures, because some day, I promise, you WILL miss these days. I know you don’t get any peace or any sleep, and there isn’t one thing in your house that hasn’t been touched, dirtied, licked, pooped or peed on, cracked, broken or scribbled on, but these trials are making you stronger for bigger trials ahead. How you handle an unraveled roll of tp will help you later with an unraveled heart. You will always be cleaning up kids’ messes, but some day the cost and the consequences will be higher. Keep on keeping on! As you mold your precious children, the Lord is molding His precious child – YOU! You are an amazing Mom who loves the Lord, all these trials bring glory to the Lord because you seek Him in them and through them.
Love this!
Me too, Momma Mindy is so smart! I love her wisdom. Check out the post she wrote in response to my trouble.
http://mommamindy.blogspot.com/2011/04/training-toddlers-to-be-teens.html
oh, wow! I find blogging totally therapeutic!
Did you see Momma Mindy’s post too?
Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!
Haha! What can I say, she is a busy body. Comes by it honestly. Sigh!