Hugs

It started yesterday.

Through out the day, I just wanted to scream! At one point I did. Just a simple "AAAAAGGHH!"
The kids know when this happens, they are really in trouble.
Trouble should have been their middle names instead of what I so affectionately refer to them sometimes- diablo, evil spawn, danger will robins....

Just in the morning- The little dude decided to do the "wee wee dance" like pingu does. I love Pingu. Most of the time when he does this, he goes into the bathroom and does his thing. Instead he decided to act out the wee wee dance and spray the bathroom door and floor. When I screamed what the blank are you doing he said, the wee wee dance. He also liked the sound when it ht the door, so he kept going.

Did I mention, I had just vacuumed the floors, dusted the hardwoods, and mopped?

I had to than clean up the mess and disinfect. Change his clothes since they got wet when he threw them on the floor and did the dance.

While I was cleaning this up, they ate goldfish in the living room. They decided to dump the bowl on the floor and stomp on the fish. Why do you ask? They are 2 and 4 and while doing this, they discovered it felt neat on their feet while stomping on them.

The vacuum came out again. I vacuumed the area rug in the living room, again.

We went to the library. I needed to get out. While at the library chicky announces to everyone that she went poopy and was stinky. People laughed. I didn't. I changed her and could not wait to get out there.

Note to self, do not kids out if they have not had a nap. I think our pictures are up at the library with an line through them!

We came home and put on one of the dvds we took out of the library.

The throwing of popcorn came next. The baby started it. She threw it at him and than him at her. They were laughing and laughing until my "AAAARRRGGGH!"

They helped pick it all up. Than guess what...Mr. Vacuum made another appearance.

After all this, I sat down on the couch. The little guy came over, sat down next to me, leaned over and gave me a big hug. He looked up me with those big blue eyes and said 'I love you Mommy."

That made all that tolerable. I am a sucker for hugs and kisses.....

Until this morning. It was Dejavu.

Blueberries on the rug. Spot Shot made an appearance. Yogurt made an appearance in the kitchen. The mop made another appearance. Apple Juice made an appearance. The mop came out again for the hardwoods.

Than what happens...both kids come up to me after the "AAARRRGGGHHH!" and give me hugs and say it will be OK Mommy we love you.

Yes I am a sucker. I love hugs and kisses.

Until tomorrow and the devils show themselves again.

As a good friend told me recently, she is thinking of taking up drinking and becoming a lush. So many people do it and enjoy it, that there must be some merit.

I like the way she thinks!

Grandma

So I figured out today why my Grandmother and Aunt that lived with my Grandmother had plastic on everything.

Every time I went over to their house growing up I was always in amazement with the furniture and carpet.

PLASTIC!

There was plastic everywhere! The couches, chairs in the iving room and dining room had plastic on them. The throw pillows even had plastic covering them. They had plastic over the foam on the pillows and than had crocheted multi colored yarn over the pillows that could be removed and cleaned.

Even more bizarre, they had plastic runners all over the carpets.

They would clean all the time. Shine the plastic on carpets regularly. I always thought this was odd.

Now they are long gone and I have a family of my own.

The kids are now 2 and 4. The light bulb went off yesterday about them.

It seems like these days Spot Shot is one of my best friends. The day started off as any day with 2 young children. Wiping yogurt off the living room chair. Than Spot Shot. Sopping up apple juice from the living room couch. Than Spot Shot. Wiping up a wet pull up that leaked onto the living room couch. More Spot Shot. Wiping up more spilled yogurt from the other living room couch. And yet more Spot Shot.

After all this, my Grandmother and Aunt seemed pretty normal. I now understand the plastic extremely well.

I even understand the Marie Romano character from Everybody loves Raymond about the plastic on the furniture. She said at one point when they took off the plastic and the boys made a mess..."this is why we can't have nice things!"

This is way too true in my life.

Either I need plastic or the kids need to stop eating.