That's the theme of my life, I guess...forevermore!
We get back from the gym this morning and the kids went down in the basement to play. I'm feeling pretty good b/c we made it through an entire spin class without anyone crapping their pants - including me. Go me!
All of the sudden, I hear this scratching noise. I know it can't be chalk b/c I took all of that away yesterday after I caught the Crazies drawing all over the frog chair from PB...seriously???? Decorate your most expensive gift...nice, kids.
Indeed, I had missed one tiny little piece of chalk in my haste to save the Frog...
Notice my lists...we're going to NY later on this week and I am very organized about packing...the most important things being my blanket (WTF?), hair stuff, and makeup, of course.
There it is...the hand of the culprit...notice that little bitty blue mark on her hand? Yes, well, this is when I realized that this didn't really look blue enough to have done all of the damage. Too bad...she was already in time out and didn't have the verbal skills to explain that Matt had actually caused most of the damage. I saw blue, I put blue child in time out...trust me...Matt landed there too after I caught a glimpse of his hand. I just wasn't able to wrestle him to the ground to get a picture.