If ya can't beat them? Ground them from their Dad's
Today was total, utter chaos. Between HTML Lessons and trying to create more graphics for Daydreams my son decided to pour a bottle of green nail polish in a basket full of unfolded laundry. Not like we needed them anyway, my kids don't know how to wear clothes for longer than 20 mins. Longer than that and they are shucking everything off just like the husk on a freshly cooked cob of corn. Sometimes I think it might be better if we joined a nudist colony... but then they wouldn't be able to play dressup. *sigh* They are never happy.
So, back to the fingernail polish. I smelled it in the living room. Nail Polish has a very distinct smell, and my young son thought he would be able to pull one over on me when I came back in the playroom. "Where is the nail polish?" I asked sweetly and innocently... begging to know where he spilled it so I could clean it up before it dried. "What nail polish?" He looks at me like he has everything in the world to hide. I asked several times and he finally surrendered the location of the nail polish... swearing up and down he never opened it (yeah right... I was getting high off the fumes), I start frantically searching the closet, swearing at my son who coulda made this a whole helluva lot easier on both of us. If it woulda been a snake it woulda bit me. All of the way down the basket I was moving to and fro was a big glob of sparkling green nail polish. It seemed to laugh at me as it raced to dry in less than 3 mins. Damn, for once some nail polish actually did what it said it would. I pulled all of the clothes I could out of the basket trying to salvage what I could. It was too late for a couple of t-shirts, and a pair of pants... but I managed to salvage the rest of the clothes.
I turned around with daggers in my eyes, and my son stood his ground. "I didn't do it." YEAH FREAKING RIGHT HE DIDN'T. AND I AM THE VIRGIN MARY! He was the only one in the room, and the only one up in the house at the time. One of his sisters was sleeping and the other two were gone. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe there wasn't green nail polish all over it. Maybe my son was the angel he proclaimed to be. There was only problem with that. The crooked halo that my angellic son donned was covered in GREEN NAIL POLISH. I could have strung him up in a tree by his toenails. I was so angry I coulda spit. *remembers to breathe* Ahhhhhhh, just another day in my life. And to think... my husband wants another one of these angels. Hopefully the next one won't like nail polish. You ask what my son's punishment was? He went to his room and went to bed, but he doesn't know that he also doesn't get to go with his dad this weekend. I am sure I will never hear the end of it. It will probably do him good, that man is absolutely worthless and probably the root of every problem that little boy has.
Ahhhhhh the pleasures of Motherhood. If only I coulda said no to the Green nail polish that was on sale at Target.
So, back to the fingernail polish. I smelled it in the living room. Nail Polish has a very distinct smell, and my young son thought he would be able to pull one over on me when I came back in the playroom. "Where is the nail polish?" I asked sweetly and innocently... begging to know where he spilled it so I could clean it up before it dried. "What nail polish?" He looks at me like he has everything in the world to hide. I asked several times and he finally surrendered the location of the nail polish... swearing up and down he never opened it (yeah right... I was getting high off the fumes), I start frantically searching the closet, swearing at my son who coulda made this a whole helluva lot easier on both of us. If it woulda been a snake it woulda bit me. All of the way down the basket I was moving to and fro was a big glob of sparkling green nail polish. It seemed to laugh at me as it raced to dry in less than 3 mins. Damn, for once some nail polish actually did what it said it would. I pulled all of the clothes I could out of the basket trying to salvage what I could. It was too late for a couple of t-shirts, and a pair of pants... but I managed to salvage the rest of the clothes.
I turned around with daggers in my eyes, and my son stood his ground. "I didn't do it." YEAH FREAKING RIGHT HE DIDN'T. AND I AM THE VIRGIN MARY! He was the only one in the room, and the only one up in the house at the time. One of his sisters was sleeping and the other two were gone. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe there wasn't green nail polish all over it. Maybe my son was the angel he proclaimed to be. There was only problem with that. The crooked halo that my angellic son donned was covered in GREEN NAIL POLISH. I could have strung him up in a tree by his toenails. I was so angry I coulda spit. *remembers to breathe* Ahhhhhhh, just another day in my life. And to think... my husband wants another one of these angels. Hopefully the next one won't like nail polish. You ask what my son's punishment was? He went to his room and went to bed, but he doesn't know that he also doesn't get to go with his dad this weekend. I am sure I will never hear the end of it. It will probably do him good, that man is absolutely worthless and probably the root of every problem that little boy has.
Ahhhhhh the pleasures of Motherhood. If only I coulda said no to the Green nail polish that was on sale at Target.
1 Comments:
At 2:26 AM, Dawne said…
Good for you Danger! You need to show them they have to follow guidelines and not be free and a nobody like their dad!
Hugs, Dawne
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