Saturday, November 20, 2010
I'm on the Ledge
Chris is doing some sort of project up at county office. And the day is not really going so well. You see, I have these children. And they are very messy. Like, VERY messy. Chandler's room looks like her binder threw up all over everything - papers scattered about, clothes thrown all over the floor...both hers and the American Girl's. In fact, the dog has even peed on some of the American Girl clothes. Which means that at some point she left her door open. Which also might explain why the dog keeps pooping out silly bands. Casey room isn't any better. And their bathroom? Ugh. Chris had to leave the room when I told them that there was enough dried toothpaste in their sink for the whole town of Jefferson to use. Their towels are (once again) on the floor under the towel bar. The toilet is stopped up with a week's worth of poop. And then they just kept on going and didn't tell anyone. And there is used toilet paper on the floor. I just don't understand this. We are not nasty people...why do my children insist on going down the nasty people path. So, I took pictures. When I entered Casey's room to take the pictures, she was sprawled out on the bed reading a book. Chandler? Yeah, she was practicing her piano with the volume turned down low. So, I took the pictures, and Chandler says, "What, w-w-what are you going to do with those?" And I told her that I was going to email them to Meme. And then she busted out in tears. Sobbing. Hysterically. Because Meme would see that she is a slob. At least she cares what someone thinks about her, because she sure as heck doesn't care what I think.