I am writing a blog post because I am so mad at my heathens right now and posting may be therapeutic.



I have been locked in a battle of wills with Sarah and Patrick all morning, and now, all afternoon. I want them to start helping me out more now that I've started homeschooling (YAY!), plus they are old enough to know how to take a more active/helpful role in our home. So their chore was to clean up the playroom. I have that room set up perfectly-everything has a place. They know where each and every toy belongs. It would have taken them less than 30 minutes to clean the room had they just gotten it over with. But nope; they have gone between just sitting there glaring at me to throwing the toys around to playing with the stuff and making an even bigger mess. All of those things, by the way, are fine with me. I don't care what they do as long as at some point they finish the chore themselves.



It is 2 pm and the room is completely trashed. It was only mildly messy when they started. It is killing me-usually by now I would have gone in there and done it all myself in a few minutes and we would be outside in the pool. But for some reason I decided it HAD to be this way today and now I can't go back on it because it will set me up for future failures. Me and my stupid ideas.



A neighbor knocked on our door so I went outside so I could chat. While I was outside (a grand total of 5-10 minutes) the little punks went into my bathroom, threw water balloons at the ceiling, opened my very favorite coconut scented lotion and squirted it all over the floor and themselves, and then came outside laughing hysterically. In their underwear. Covered with several feminine products that were glued to their bodies by my very favorite coconut scented lotion.



I couldn't decide which I wanted more: to die or to kill them. I don't know what the neighbors think ( I can guess!), but I shooed them inside and spanked their heinies and while I was cleaning up the mess in my bathroom I banished them to the playroom to finish "cleaning". I straightened up as fast as I could because I know from previous experiences my children get on a roll...in the time it takes to clean up one mess they can have another, much more impressive, disaster in another room. It was then that I noticed their "fort". They had raw baking potatoes and pudding under the bunk beds along with unopened bags of popcorn. I thought that was a rather odd choice of food to hide, but I learned long ago not to think too much about the weird things my children do because it makes me self-conscience. :)

Oh no-it's quiet...I can't write anymore.



I should have gone to church.