The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week

We had a good deal of action going on This week. And when all is said and done, we ended up with a definite theme.

Sweet Boy #2 buckled Sweet Boy #3 into the clothing straps of a suitcase.

Sweet Boy #2 dumped glue onto our bean bag couch.

Sweet Boy#3 dumped an entire decorative canister of popcorn onto the floor.

All 3 boys invented a craft of cutting up an entire scane of yarn into 5″ pieces and I was so desperate for 15 min. of exercise that I told them: “Sure, that’s a great idea.”

Sweet boy #2 snatches 5 eggshells off the counter, sneaks them into the boy’s room, crumbles them into teeny little pieces roughly the size of slightly stunted lady bugs, and spreads them liberally across the carpet.

I keep our spice cabinet locked. For obvious reasons. But sometimes while I am cooking after I have grabbed a spice and before I have replaced it, a boy will snatch something and run off with it. Today the hunky hubby looked under our love seat, and found our bottle of imitation Rum flavoring. It was almost empty. I only used 3 Tbsp. for a chocolate cheese-ball on Christmas. At first I was not alarmed. It was “imitation” rum after all. Then I looked at the label. 29% alcohol! What! Apparently it is the flavor that is an imitation, not the booze part. They were all asleep, so I rushed into their bedroom and checked everyone’s breathing. Nice and steady. So who drank it? I will be watching closely for any child with a hangover believe you me. Imitation Rum indeed.

Sweet boy #2 got slightly distracted from his craft and I caught him trying to cut sweet boy #3’s ear with a pair of child’s safety scissors. Just a note. They really are much safer than the scissors that actually work. Not even any blood.

Sweet boy #2 snapped a bic pen in half covering his face and hands with Indigo blue.

All three boys were playing so nicely in their room, a game where their beds were boats and they were sailing past various exotic animals, that I decided to take the necessary 10 min. to venture 14 steps (I’ve measured) away from their doorway to our computer and order 2 clothing items online. By the time I was done, they had completely upended the crib and trapped Sweet Boy #2 beneath it. Apparently he was one of the wild animals.

I’m curious. Do other mothers order clothes online for 10 minutes while their children are playing happily, 14 feet away (straight line of sight to the bedroom) or am I just completely negligent? Inquiring minds want to know. Maybe it was 15 minutes. Perhaps that is where I went wrong…