You know those cheesy Christmas movies where it's a perfect snowy day, the kids come in from playing outside and drink their hot cocoa, and everyone huddles around the fire, content, cozy, relaxed, and perfectly happy with their lives...
Yeah, not so much. After working for the first half of the day, I thought it would be a nice gesture to let my kids go outside and play in the snow. Seeing their bright red rosy cheeks and teeny icicles forming on their jackets, I thought it would be great if they could come inside and warm up with a cup of hot chocolate. So I put the water on to boil. When it was ready, I called them in. This is where the chaos begins.
They came in, soaking wet, and proceeded to peel off layers of wet clothing and throw them on the wood floor (damn this floor is causing me grief lately!) Then Josh came into the kitchen and picked up the plastic mug that I had chosen especially for Ashlyn (see blog about the snow globe below...ahahha). I corrected him and asked him to give it to her. Being the great kid and loving big brother that he is, he immediately tried to give it to her..he slid it across the table to her, and I saw it coming...he had pushed just slightly too hard. It teetered on the edge of the table, and, after a split second of thinking that perhaps we were safe, the entire mug toppled off the table, and hot, brown, liquid chocolate with mini marshmallows splashed all over the chair, the wall, and the floor (again with the floor! Maybe it's a sign?!?!)
This incident set off an afternoon of chaos, and my hopes of living out the cheesy, jolly Christmas movie for the day quickly evaporated. I endeavored to have my kids help me wrap some gifts for their cousins, and it took approximately 1 hour to wrap 3 gifts due to my constant screaming, "No Ashlyn, you can't wrap the kitty!!!", and, "No Mikayla, the tape goes on the gift wrap, not up your nose!!!" It wasn't until I finally decided enough was enough and put on How the Grinch Stole Christmas and plopped them in front of the TV set that they settled down so I could attempt to cook a decent dinner (I don't care what the supermoms say, the television IS a great babysitter!).
So that was my day. Let's hope tomorrow brings better things. Oh, I already know it will because my mom and I are making latkes...provided my kiddies can control themselves and not somehow sabatoge the potatoes...believe me, I wouldn't put it past them. : )
Yeah, not so much. After working for the first half of the day, I thought it would be a nice gesture to let my kids go outside and play in the snow. Seeing their bright red rosy cheeks and teeny icicles forming on their jackets, I thought it would be great if they could come inside and warm up with a cup of hot chocolate. So I put the water on to boil. When it was ready, I called them in. This is where the chaos begins.
They came in, soaking wet, and proceeded to peel off layers of wet clothing and throw them on the wood floor (damn this floor is causing me grief lately!) Then Josh came into the kitchen and picked up the plastic mug that I had chosen especially for Ashlyn (see blog about the snow globe below...ahahha). I corrected him and asked him to give it to her. Being the great kid and loving big brother that he is, he immediately tried to give it to her..he slid it across the table to her, and I saw it coming...he had pushed just slightly too hard. It teetered on the edge of the table, and, after a split second of thinking that perhaps we were safe, the entire mug toppled off the table, and hot, brown, liquid chocolate with mini marshmallows splashed all over the chair, the wall, and the floor (again with the floor! Maybe it's a sign?!?!)
This incident set off an afternoon of chaos, and my hopes of living out the cheesy, jolly Christmas movie for the day quickly evaporated. I endeavored to have my kids help me wrap some gifts for their cousins, and it took approximately 1 hour to wrap 3 gifts due to my constant screaming, "No Ashlyn, you can't wrap the kitty!!!", and, "No Mikayla, the tape goes on the gift wrap, not up your nose!!!" It wasn't until I finally decided enough was enough and put on How the Grinch Stole Christmas and plopped them in front of the TV set that they settled down so I could attempt to cook a decent dinner (I don't care what the supermoms say, the television IS a great babysitter!).
So that was my day. Let's hope tomorrow brings better things. Oh, I already know it will because my mom and I are making latkes...provided my kiddies can control themselves and not somehow sabatoge the potatoes...believe me, I wouldn't put it past them. : )
1 comment:
yah. This is halarious... and so the story of my life too. You try to do one nice thing for your kids that seems "happy movie like" and suddenly your red and flustered and NEED the TV. Forget the supermoms....what planet are they from anyway??
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