It's snowing today, for crying out loud. A week ago we were wearing shorts and sweating in the heat. Due to highs in the 40's, we are spending all our time indoors again. And it shows. I came home from work last night to find the typical Thursday night disarray. Dishes weren't all cleaned up yet from lunch in spite of there being an evening meal that followed. Food was littered around the wee ones' chairs. There was a funky odor in the air. And that was just in the kitchen. I had billing to get done online last night before I could go to sleep, so that's what I did: my billing and go to sleep. Boy have I adjusted my standards to amazingly low levels since adding Thing 1 and Thing 2 to my family. It's all about SURVIVAL now, pure survival.
I sat the kids down with their breakfasts this morning, rolled up my sleeves, put on a gas mask, and got to work. I decided that leaving Dear Son alone with his own bowl of Life cereal and his own spoon may be risky (he wanted what his sister was having today), but worth the gamble as I tried to find and obliterate the source of the stink. Life is always a trade off of one mess for another these days. I did get the dishes loaded in the dishwasher, the pans washed, and the counters wiped clean. Son was happily occupied all this time, and this is why...
He had discovered that his spoon could function very much like a slingshot.
I really should have known better. This is what happened the last time I left him to his own.
I asked Dear Daughter how in the world did the house get to be such a mess, and she proudly replied, "Well, Bub and I worked together at it!"
It's a conspiracy.