Clean laundry dumped everywhere (this was after I got it all off the stairs and put half of it away)
Shoe box explosion as Max tried to find the ONE pair he wanted
5 minutes of unsupervised entertainment of my 3 is our closet = shoes exploding.
I thought they were bounce housing but really they were just making a disaster of my cans.
I kid you not, all those messes were made in the span of less than 2 hours. Sigh.
IN other unhappy news my children are the terrorizers of everyone else's children. When with friends I can be watching my children like a hawk, turn to tell a friend something, and 4 seconds later my friend's child is crying because one of mine is doing something awful to them in the brief second I looked away, I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. It's awful and I can't keep up on all of them and I feel so bad and I'm trying to keep them all under control but it doesn't work and I probably seem like that neglectful parent who let's their children hurt others but between my 3 kids my time is filled with stopping them to stop tormenting another child. And as always, I SWEAR MINE ARE THE MAIN ONES WHO ARE CAUSING THE TROUBLE. It doesn't matter what age the other kids are, younger, older, baby, my children can always figure something out a way to get them to cry: stand by them, take a toy, hit them, look at them, touch them, push them, take their food/drink. It's exhausting being THAT mom of THOSE kids no one else wants their kids around.
Rant over.
Pity Party over
Hope it's going better for you.
