This weekend the boys had a "no girls allowed" day to Monster Jam. So me and Miss Priss had a day to ourselves. Since the day was rainy and cold once again, we stayed in and put on lipstick. Very bright reddish pink lipstick. The entire tube of very bright reddish pink lipstick.
No I do not have a picture to prove this story. I did good to refain myself from doing things that you read or hear about on the 9 o'clock news. I'm documenting it here. Besides it is engrained into my memory. No chance of forgetting.
Just imagine a house covered in bright reddish pink nail polish. Once you have that picture, add a little blonde-haired 2 year old girl with her pretty Sunday outfit on, with bright reddish pink nail polish all over her.
It all unfolded in less than 90 seconds.
John Luke calmly walks into the kitchen and says, "Daddy, Allie Beth is going to be in BIG trouble." You imagine the rest of the story.
The thing of it is, he was right. It was done. It was over. And it's just a house. Furniture. Carpet. Tile. Wood. A toilet. A tub. Clothes. All replaceable. Worse things happen. I am very well aware of that. It was only a bit after the fact that I really stopped to think about it that way. The sreaming and snatching and all the yuck had already taken place. I tend to do it that way. Usually I realize after the fact. I really don't like that about myself.
Believe it or not, most of the pretty mess came up. Just a few spots left on the white rug in the living room, and we're still waiting out the verdict on the clothes.
Do you struggle on Sundays? I know life is hectic and children are unpredictable everday. But there's one thing for sure. It's gonna be extra hairy on Sunday. No matter how many preparations are made in advance, it's gonna be hairy. I accept it. Now, just tell me how to deal with it.....
Happy Monday friends~