I have decided that I need some therapy. I checked out on my blogging and find that I have been missing the humor and perspective that comes from writing about it all. We are so grateful to my parents for being willing to subject themselves and their home to our family. In the last few weeks we have had many incidents that have required tolerance and patience.
Not long after we moved in, our goldfish had found a place on the wide windowsill in the kids' bedroom. Yes, you read that right, bedroom, singular. All four kids are in one room. If that isn't a recipe for mayhem and disaster, I don't know what is. Anyway, back to this particular fateful day, the fishbowl... and Jenna. I was in the shower in my race against the toddler. Its always the challenge of the morning to shower before Jenna loses interest in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (Hot dog , hot dog, hot diggety dog!) I had just stepped out of the shower when Jordan burst in yelling "Emergency!" Assuming it was an emergency of the potty type, I was about to lecture about privacy and respect, when he babbled something about fish flopping on the floor. Grabbing a robe I sprinted to the room amidst yelling and beheld Christian with one goldfish in hand, another flopping feebly on the carpet and much to my dismay, an entire fishowl full of water soaking into the carpet. Jenna had dumped the entire bowl onto the carpet. We rescued the fish, I managed to get dressed, and then we began the 2 day process of cleaning up the carpet. It required pulling up the carpet, a carpet cleaner, a large fan, and plenty of rags! Luckily I had changed the water the day before so the smell was minimal.
My parents were very understanding and I found new gratitude for the fact that they have many stories of the things my brothers and sisters did. Of course, none of the stories were about me because I was the model child! Needless to say, the fishbowl has found a new home on the computer desk, out of toddler reach, and Thunder and Lightning seem happy and content. So all was well in our little abode for at least 2 or 3 minutes.
Stay tuned for our next assault on home and happiness....
Not long after we moved in, our goldfish had found a place on the wide windowsill in the kids' bedroom. Yes, you read that right, bedroom, singular. All four kids are in one room. If that isn't a recipe for mayhem and disaster, I don't know what is. Anyway, back to this particular fateful day, the fishbowl... and Jenna. I was in the shower in my race against the toddler. Its always the challenge of the morning to shower before Jenna loses interest in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (Hot dog , hot dog, hot diggety dog!) I had just stepped out of the shower when Jordan burst in yelling "Emergency!" Assuming it was an emergency of the potty type, I was about to lecture about privacy and respect, when he babbled something about fish flopping on the floor. Grabbing a robe I sprinted to the room amidst yelling and beheld Christian with one goldfish in hand, another flopping feebly on the carpet and much to my dismay, an entire fishowl full of water soaking into the carpet. Jenna had dumped the entire bowl onto the carpet. We rescued the fish, I managed to get dressed, and then we began the 2 day process of cleaning up the carpet. It required pulling up the carpet, a carpet cleaner, a large fan, and plenty of rags! Luckily I had changed the water the day before so the smell was minimal.
My parents were very understanding and I found new gratitude for the fact that they have many stories of the things my brothers and sisters did. Of course, none of the stories were about me because I was the model child! Needless to say, the fishbowl has found a new home on the computer desk, out of toddler reach, and Thunder and Lightning seem happy and content. So all was well in our little abode for at least 2 or 3 minutes.
Stay tuned for our next assault on home and happiness....
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