I just took a shower after a workout. I put Vivian into her crib with some toys and books. Henry was playing cars in their room, and I was quick. I wasn't fast enough. Vivian crawled out of her bed, confiscated her big sister's purple nail polish (thanks, Aunt Des), and proceeded to paint both feet, part of her leg, and our hard wood floor.!!! NOT GOOD. Once I fixed that problem, Olivia "helped" Vivian use the big potty. She let her fall into the potty bottom first, so then I had to clean her and change her clothes. Oh MY GOODNESS!
I am going to sing over and over in my head a song that came up on the iPod during my workout..."Let it go. Let it go. Let it go!! Let it go. Let it go. Let it go. When the world is coming down on me, I let it go." There. I feel better.
No, let me update that. As soon as I finished typing, I discovered that Olivia was using thumbtacks on our basement wall in the area where our Aerobed serves our guests. What?! We just had to replace it at no small cost due to a slow leak. I wonder how that got there. When I corrected Olivia, her reply was, "Now we can't make our museum. Thanks for ruining our whole life!" She is now on her bed in big trouble.
I will survive their childhood. I will survive their childhood. I will, right?
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