It was 6:30 a.m. The boys were wide awake as usual, slamming doors,
playing their SpongeBob CD at top volume, all without thought of the
sleeping baby that jerked in her sleep at each loud noise. I lay in bed
in the state between awake enough to know I should do something about it
and too tired to try. So I waited until little coos told me that the
baby had woken up. She greeted me with sleepy eyes and a huge smile. I
picked her up, and I very hesitantly opened my bedroom door.
The hallway floor was completely covered by blankets. On top of the
blankets lay legos and Vanessa's entire package of diapers, strewn
about. I could feel my temperature rising. Then I walked by the bathroom
and stared in disbelief. The floor and counter top was covered in
towels. I took a few steps backward and stared into an empty shelf in
the hallway closet. A shelf where every towel I own had been neatly
folded the night previous.
I stepped forward, went back into the bathroom and opened the
cupboard beneath the sink to find sanitary napkins and scrunchies
soaked. Everything else was covered in droplets of water.
Wow, it rained
beneath my sink this morning. I could not believe what I was seeing. I
could not believe that after I had told the kids time and time again not
to play in the sink that they did this. Even more so, that they felt
they could do it because I was half asleep.
I was so mad, for a minute. And then I took the baby out into the
living room and just sighed. Sometimes, you get so tired of repeat
offenses, you feel like yelling or inflicting punishment just won’t do
any good. So I sat and read some blogs till I felt sufficiently calm. I
reiterated to the boys that we do not play in the sink and that they
were to pick up their mess right away. Which they did, under my
supervision. I was proud that I did not lash out in anger.
Now how in the heck do I get them not to do something they know they shouldn’t do in the first place? *sigh*
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