The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week

There were many interesting moments this week, not the least of which was when Sweet Boy #3 ran through Grammy’s house during the super bowl and we were startled to see that he had found and placed a plastic bag over his head while simultaneously wielding one of those poky corn skewers at a dead run. Can anyone say “AAaaaaahhhhhh!” loud enough to mimic our reaction?

But because that was simply too terrifying to elaborate upon I have chosen an epic mess as our winner this week. I have a small desk in our living room. It has one small cupboard and within are some office type supplies. This cupboard has a child-safety-lock upon it which is tragically ineffective as you will soon see.

Now despite the fact that we live together and he works two minutes from home, the Hunky Hubby and I don’t actually get to talk all that much, you know, what with our three little cyclones rampaging about and the flocks of camp counselors and dishwashers and guys in general who have no discernible excuse, that settle into our small apartment for hours upon hours of (highly productive, I’m sure) board and video gaming. And so the opportunity for a conversation presented itself, I swear I am not exaggerating, all of two minutes passed when I realized that someone had closed the living room door.

Uh Oh! I opened the door. No boys. But my desk had been opened. I went into their bedroom. Bingo! There were boys…and an empty container of white-out, painted liberally across a four foot section of carpet.

How do they think of these things, and so quickly? But in case you are wondering, 16 fluid ounces of rubbing alcohol and a good deal of scrubbing can remove white-out from both children and carpeting, but not without making the aforementioned scrubber slightly drunk on the fumes. However, we aired out the room and I regained my balance and the world spins on, of course now I have no white-out, but even if I did, where the heck would I store it?