When Mom is about ready to run away...
"Josiah watch Eve while I make dinner."
Not even minutes later, "Mom, Eve has toilet paper all over the livingroom and I can't clean it up."
I yell, "CLEAN IT UP! AND WATCH YOUR SISTER!!!"
5 year old daughter comes in with half full bag of tp..., "Mom, there's still more and I can't clean it all up myself."
"At the computer."
"Josiah, get in here! Help your sister clean up whatever mess is in there and WATCH EVE!"
I hear Josiah whispering to Chaya, "Chaya, just let me know if you need help."
Same words as above, "Help your sister clean up the mess and get off of the computer and
your are grounded from Warcraft for a month! I've had it!
Next, I hear the dog and Eve getting into a scuttle and she cries because the dog nipped her.
"Josiah, watch your sister!"
How the hell am I supposed to make dinner with this happening?
Next, as dinner is just about done, Josiah comes in with the plastic bin my husband has been using
to soak his infected toe in (which, of course, he refuses to go back to the doctor for). And, of course, Eve has dumped the water from last night, which my husband has accidentally left out, all over the livingroom floor. I, once again, tell Josiah and Chaya and Eve to get dirty towels out of the laundry and clean up the mess. I unhappily bring dinner to the table which is a mess because I've just decided to push the papers on it to one end. And, the livingroom, which could look worse, still has a wet floor. (Picture Mom slowly losing it) We eat dinner and here I am now dealing with the aftermath. Little tiny pieces of toilet paper strewn here and there. (at least the large quantities are disposed of) Trash in the hallway... hey, the dog has to chew up what he finds somewhere and leave his mark. Eve in her 3rd outfit of the day, which isn't too bad if you know Eve. Me, ready to explode. First, I thought I'd tell God off using expletives and all. I mean, why is it that I get a child equally as hard as my first as my last? Totally unfair. I should've known better. Next, I decide to tell you guys this story thinking it might relieve my vision of the red I am now only capable of seeing.
So, did it work?
Yes, I am feeling a little bit better.
PS: Please excuse my grammar. I don't like to think clearly when I am mad. Current Mood: pissed off