And don't think it was because of Easter candy. The bunny came early to our home and they had their sugar-fest yesterday.
No, it was the
compounding effect of crazy going on that encouraged them to continue the
madness. Yes, I'm sure of it.
We have a friend, Mike, that likes to help
with the twins in sacrament meeting. Unfortunately, he makes things worse.
He thinks everything the twins do is
funny. He does recognize their behavior as naughty also, but he laughs
at it which eggs them on. It was utter madness.
Peachie must be teething
or something because she would not go to anyone today at church. Not the ladies
that like to pass her around or the 10 and 11 year old girls who love to cuddle
her. She wanted to sit on my lap as I played the piano in Primary and play it
with her feet. Peach did not want to stand next to the high keys of the piano
and play them. That resulted in her screaming which brought a kind person over
to see if they could hold her-- which resulted in more screaming. She
wouldn't even go to her beloved Pookie when his class came in to Primary
for singing time/sharing time.
There was a few hours of calm after church
when I allowed the kids to watch the Veggietales movie, Jonah, that Grandma W.
sent. I let them watch it twice. Hey, I needed a nap. So I was mostly napping
on the couch while they watched.
It was shortly after that I let Bun
take a shower. I explained to him how we properly and thoroughly wash ourselves
from head to toe. When you're 6 1/2, you sometimes need reminder instruction on
how to shower. Bun decided to turn it into a shower-bath. Then at some point the bathroom turned into a water
park. He told me later as I was squeezing out towels, "I didn't know it
was flooding the bathroom, I was just running back and forth in the
Squeezing out towels wasn't fast enough. So I got my thirsty
mop and started sopping it up. It didn't seem to make a difference. There was
still 2 inches of water on the floor in most places and a minimum of 1 inch in
the higher places. Yes, the entire floor of the bathroom was soaked.
So I got out the Little Green Bissell machine. I offered a prayer to
Heavenly Father which included "Please let me
know if this is a bad idea and will electrocute me."
started sucking up the water as fast as the Little Green machine let me. It got
to the fill line incredibly fast. I emptied it and continued. I focused on the
water pooling at the base of the cupboards-- fearing if it was there any longer
there'd be water damage and could possibly cost hundred of dollars to repair.
It was filled four times and emptied before I noticed it slowing down in that
During this time the twins watched me at the doorway of the
bathroom. I told them, "Stay there buddies. It's very wet in here and
dangerous." Last thing I needed was a cracked skull and an ER visit.
twins ran off and would come back sometimes with Peach. I called to Pookie,
"Come get Peach away from the bathroom please." He'd scurry her away.
continued with the Little Green machine. It was very helpful. And then the
twins reappeared with a look of pure fear on their faces. I could hear
Peachie crying. I could feel the adrenaline pumping. I raced into the living
room expecting to fight off some bad guys and protect my babies.
was just the oldest four running amok in the dark keeping the lightswitches off
whenever the twins tried to turn them on. I stood their for a minute as each
one in turn noticed me standing there and then acted like it wasn't
livid. Mostly it was the lying that set me off. "It wasn't
me! I wasn't turning them off! I wasn't scaring them!"
I sent them to
time out corners, took away their playdate privilege (which saddens me because
that means I don't get to go play with my friend too), and warned them, "You
better not say a word. I'm calling Logan and Tyler's mom and NOBODY is going
tomorrow. Instead you will be learning how to scrub every tiny bit of the
bathroom. If any one of you is not showing obedience in learning how tomorrow,
NOBODY will go to their house for a rescheduled time. Is this how you want to
spend Spring Break?" There was a collective groan from the oldest four time-out
detainees and then silence as they listened to me leave the message. The looks
on their face to each other said, "She actually did it. She cancelled our
Everything after the
flooding/terrorizing of small children seemed anti-climatic but still
bothersome. Like: the kids trying to peel boiled eggs that had
Egg-arounds on them and then proceeding to dig out the bits of egg they could
get to and eat them (instead of oh, removing the egg-around before peeling), or
also anti-climatic was the weird smeary substance from the trash can into the
dining room (about 8 feet) which I quickly figured out was yolk from the boiled
eggs and bits of white from the eggs swept up by a helpful Gabbers, the twins
breaking into tiny bits plastic eggs and scattering them around the living room
like confetti, Pookie stealing Hammy's stuffed duck and being mean to it, and
then Bun's stuffed cow shortly after the duck-torture.
So glad it's
bedtime. I need the madness to slow down.
Thanks for listening!