Sunday, March 21, 2004

Bashing our heads against a brick wall...

That's what it feels like Tai and I have been doing all day. Over and over and over.

The day began with children up and screaming at the top of their lungs at 6:00 for breakfast. This was followed by P taking a leak in his closet. *bash, bash, bash* There's nothing like a little piss in the closet to start the day off right. This lovely "Good morning to you" was followed by no less than seven straight hours of the clean-your-room game. Three kids. One room. Seven hours. *bash, bash, bash* Meanwhile, throughout the clean-your-room game, the kids kept throwing us little surprises. Like P biting the bulb from a night light. Until it broke. In his mouth. *bash, bash, bash* Fortunately, somehow, he escaped harm from the broken glass, thank God. We got the glass cleaned up, or thought we did, and A found a piece underneath their bed, at which point, he said, "I don't want to clean under the bed. I'm afraid I'll get cut." He then proceeded to go out into the hallway, and in the sweetest voice possible, ask his sister to go clean out the stuff from under his bed. *bash, bash, bash* Shortly after this, P decided that it might be fun to stand on the windowsill and bang on the window. We're on the third floor. *bash, bash, bash* We had told the kids that they could have lunch after they got the boys' bedroom clean...and so finally, near 3:00, we were finally able to eat lunch. And after lunch, we played more of the clean-your-room game with D's room. Fortunately, it didn't take as long, but regardless, Tai and I have decided that the children are out to get us. *bash, bash, bash*

Meanwhile, I'm on day six of my diarrhea-from-hell-week, so I had to run back and forth to the bathroom all day. Yeehaw, ain't life grand? *bash, bash, bash*

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