Was gonna blog at the end of the day yesterday but was so exhausted and cranky from the way the kids were behaving that I thought I'd much rather be in my soft cozy bed...
I was all prepared to go on a rampage with my words, telling you how horrible my kids were being to me but instead I have decided that they were just being kids and it was me that was over reacting...
Now with that said, I have a friend who writes a blog and occasionally she mentions her kids too in her blogs. But like the smart girl that she is she does not refer to them by their real names.. Stalkers, freaks etc you get the point... So I will now follow the same train of thought.
String Bean (Oldest Boy), Baby Gurl (Girl in da middle), and Dozer (always my little baby boy)...
So String Bean and Dozer were in the basement getting their usual online gaming fix. I had given them permission to use my main comp, the one with the 37 inch LCD monitor so it's a bit of a dream for a kid. And my laptop so that they can play against each other... I believe the lingo these days is "Verse". Well being my office there would be stacks of important papers etc beside the laptop, not unusual as you can imagine by any means. In that very stack of papers was some important tax information for my home business. Stuff that needs to be filed soon, never in a million years did I dream of what I would see on the floor when I came downstairs to check on them... My oldest boy, scissors in hand had crafted not one but one dozen perfect little paper air planes. All about the size of a butterfly, and all out of the tax papers that I now have to phone and have re issued...
Remember the steam whistle on "The Flintstones" when Fred was done work in the quarry? Well that sound emanated from my ears, and so did the steam!
So after screaming at them (over reacting) like I usually do, I had them clean up, then I went upstairs. My wife consoling me as I mulled over how I would deal with the Canada Revenue Agency... Then I returned about 15 minutes later to discover that he had also taken one of the gold fish out of mom's aquarium and fed it to our hungry looking turtle, yeah the one you see in this blog. And if that wasn't enough he and his brother Dozer had decided to check out what was inside an etch a sketch... SMASH, there goes the plastic cover on the front... I walked into the bathroom where my son stood in front of the sink with a worried look on his face, and silver stuff all over his hands...
All I could say was... You know that belongs to your sister right?
UGHHH...
Calgon, take me away!
I did over react, and I guess the other stresses in my life really guided me away from the correct way to act which would have been to give them a hug, giggle a little and explain to them that tax information is very important and that blank paper makes the same quality paper airplanes etc...
Oh well, one more for the books. I just hope that this one leaves only a small hole in my children's psyche.
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