It is Saturday today, (newsflash, I know) and I was looking forward to sleeping in today. Every other day in this house, I am the wake-up Nazi. It is quite difficult most days convincing the young’uns that it is time to get up and get going so we won’t be late. So you’d think they would relish their Saturday to sleep-in just as well as I do…
Not quite the way it goes.
Peyton and Ashley are up at the time I am normally trying to wake them up every other day. Peyton is so chipper with her first thing in the morning request of “choc milk mom?”. Girl after my own heart….
So that’s where the attempt to sleep-in ended and my day began.
I decided to forgo eating breakfast at the table (breakfast was a bowl of Lucky Charms this morning, I needed them!) and eat it while watching the news in bed (where’s the snow?!). When I had finished my bowl of sugary goodness, slurped the remains of the sweet milk, I got ready to hop in the shower.
Peyton came to me in distress.
I followed her back out to my bedroom only to find her small bowl of the same tasty breakfast spilled on my bed.
ON MY SHEETS THAT HAD JUST BEEN WASHED YESTERDAY.
But amazingly not a drop or morsel on the ground the distance from her seat at the table to the bed.
(By the way, it was on your side honey :)..)
Into the washer went the sheets, AGAIN, while I went to wash myself in the shower.
I got out of the shower only to find another surprise courtesy of my little two year old..
It is a priceless original that was mostly removed by Mr. Clean and his magic sponge.
The little puncture marks, however, were not removed.
She has also created other works of art, on objects which we also use to lounge..
Isn’t two terrific?
Thank heavens for microfiber!
Oh, and Mr.Clean. :)