They Are The Ocean
My kids are EVERYWHERE!
I mean it. They.Are.Going.Crazy.
And so am I.
I swear. I cannot turn my back for more than five minutes or else I will be faced with cleaning up the aftermath of Cyclone Helene and Simon.
Last week it was the bathroom. They unrolled an ENTIRE DOUBLE roll of toilet paper and put it into the toilet. Then they tried to flush. Water went EVERYWHERE. And somehow in the whole debacle, Helene manged to get soaked as well. Since I wasn’t actually there I can only imagine by the looks of her that she jumped into the toilet.
A few days ago it was the living room. We had received a package in the mail that had am entire roomful of those annoying packing peanuts in it. Simon was having a good time running his hands through them and was being quite tame so I decided it would be okay to go and use the restroom for point two seconds. Um. Wrong-o!! Go ahead and just take a quick gander at what they did to my house.
Today it was the kitchen. Before I go any further, however, I need to defend myself. You see, I was on this here computer signing up for an online quilting class. My ONLY new years resolution (read: a goal that I will not accomplish) was to start quilting regularly again. It is good for my nerves and we all know how much those things of mine really need to calm the hell down. I was registering at Quilt University for Hawaiian Quilting 101. Let me just say right now that I am VERY excited about this.
Anyway. The kitchen. I walked into the kitchen to terminate a fight between my two angels and I stopped dead in my tracks the very second I stepped into the room. An ENTIRE jug of apple juice was spilled ALL.OVER. the floor. (Sticky, anyone?) Beans from our Bin O’ Beans were scattered just about EVERYWHERE.
In all my four years of motherhood I have NEVER seen such a nightmare. (And if you were to see all the apple juice you would agree with me. I am sure of it.)
You would think that by now I would learn my lesson. I mean, I know that if you turn your back on preschoolers and toddlers that you are in for it. I’m not quite sure why my stupid head can’t quite put two and two together… but here you have it. I am punished regularly for turning my back on the Simon Sea and the Helene Ocean.
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My mom says I used to pour entire boxes of cheerios over my head when I was little. And I eventually stopped making those huge messes. Eventually.
I’m sorry to laugh, but I totally am. I guess it’s only cute if I don’t have to clean it up, hey? Maybe the clean up and be a game? Or are they wise to that?
The last picture, it looks like they’re trying to set sail on a bean-and-applejuice ocean.
You have my sympathies, even if it is through stifled laughter!
Hey, at least they are having fun!!!
Think of the positives— and you had to laugh.. surely. 
Pssst– when you’re ready, I need another bloggy design 
please– I tried to change something and had to move cause my ex found me.
Oh Nello…
Just keep telling yourself that beans, and apple juice, and packing peanuts are REASONABLY easy to clean up… As opposed to playing with hazardous chemicals, or red wine and permanant markers on the walls and carpet. Just keep telling yourself that as long as no permanant harm comes of it that it will pass and at least provide amusing pictures when they get older.
You gotta love the kids!
Kelly…I had a child like this. Duchess would shampoo her hair with ketchup. Flush ALL KINDS of things down the toilet. We had to LOCK our toilets. I could go on. I feel your pain girl. But aren’t they so stinkin’ cute though???
You just made my morning. LOL!
Better you than me! Been there, cleaned that!
xo
LBC
Oh Nello!!!! I know that was frustrating but the picture of your two kiddlins in that bucket-o-beans is TOO cute!
Hope you are doing well.
I feel your pain!! I know your pain!! Mine are a hurricane and a tornadoe..You should see my house. I’m considering giving up, giving it to them and moving far far away.
Oh wow, is this what I have to look forward to with two kids?
As a side note, at least the toilet is OK, right? A friend of mine had to have her entire toilet replaced and have extensive work done on the plumbing after her preschooler flushed seemingly half of the house down the toilet in about 10 minutes of unsupervised time.
oh my lord! kinda makes me glad i’m not a SAHM anymore!
someone else gets to do the cleanup during the day!
the kids do look happy though…
I am also still grappling with the level of omnipresence it takes to keep the house from disintegrating at the hands of small children. It usually happens while I’m in the shower. I tried not taking a shower for a while, but that didn’t make anyone happy.
Apple juice…I can hear the stiiickkkk, stiiiiicck of feet across the floor, even after the mop has come through several times. Yick.
(Can I just say that I love that green wall color, though? Awesome.)
OMG!!! I thought my kids were messy. Are you still mopping up that juice? That stuff just never seems to be completely cleaned up.
this is great…i love how helene drenched herself in the toliet. hahaha – i can laugh cause i don’t have kids and don’t know how pissed off you probably were at the time. i’m noticing how in the peanut photo the tv has cars on. guess the show just doesn’t do the job anymore
Oh, boy. I feel for you! I’m still livid about the Smearing of the Red Lipstick All Over the Living Room Furniture that occurred three years ago. THREE YEARS. I hold a grudge.
Those pictures are hysterical. I’m sorry, I’m sure you had a hell of a time cleaning all of that! Sticky juice spills are awful.
Ah .. this is me :> looking at you
hmm, not sure what happened to the rest of my message .. I must have inadvertantly used some sort of STOP THIS MESSAGE html.
Anywho .. you and I are in the same boat with the same ocean. I could write on and on about the ‘rapid messes’ that I have walked into … but then I would likely be walking into another one mometarily :O)
Good luck!
why on earth do you have a bin of beans?
You need to call the SUPER NANNY to come to the rescue.
They sure are cute, though! Sometimes that just doesn’t make it all better, does it?
You have my complete empathy. Been there.
I’ve just gotten to the point where I simply expect my kids to make horrendous messes on a daily basis. Then it doesn’t catch me off guard.
Of course, I’m also to the point where my two oldest are old enough to clean. up. their. own. darn. messes.
I promise you’ll survive until you reach that point.
Big Hugs!
Hey it’s been so long since I’ve been by! I took a break from compulsively checking your site after you took your break, so I hadn’t realized that you were blogging again.
I’m so sorry that everything with your foot has turned out the way it has. Yuck.
And I understand what you mean about this post. I only have one to content with, but she’s the same way if I turn my back. Today it was a whole bag of dog food on the kitchen floor. Oh, and last week we were driving down the road and I heard her crunching on something. When I looked back, she was happily eating those packing peanuts you are talking about! I don’t even know where she found them!
Glad you’re back!
LMAO! Ur kids are adorable and I know I shouldnt laugh but they are kids after all!
I hope they helped you clean up though!
Wow, wow, WOW! You have your hands full! So glad to see you posting again – I’ve missed the stories
Oh. my. LORD!!! I only have one wee almost 3 year old & her antics scare me. All praises to you, SuperMama!
(Here by way of sweet friend “Reese”.
LOL!!! I am sorry, but that is just soooo funny. And I do understand. My kids STILL make those big messes. And they never want to clean up behind themselves. For instance, last night, they had a bowl of popcorn.
They were goofing around and spilt it everywhere. And of they didn’t want to clean it up………
The pictures of the messes made by your kids was such a deja vu for me. My boys are big now, but I well remember many such days. What does your household call those white packing styrofoam peanut widgit things? At our house they are affectionately known as “ghost turds.”
Zootube sex….
Zootube sex….
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