Child Chaos

The kids were killin' me last night. And not in a good and funny way like they usually do. They were on my last. frikkin'. nerve.

First, I'm in the garage having a smoke. I hear my little man bawlin' and squallin' through the door. Oh yeah, he did something to himself. Since my daughter didn't start freaking out and come get me, I knew that it was NOT a life threatening boo-boo, whatever he did. That girl can PANIC.

I come inside and the little man gimps. And gimps and shows me his owie. I ask what happened. Oh, he was just jumping on the couch and leapt off or some such thing. Gave himself a gouge both above and below his knee. Oh the DRAMA. He was BLEEDING. He screeched and freaked and said stuff about bleeding and how he was gonna get blood all over the living room and how he was gonna HAVE TO CLEAN IT ALL UP BY HIMSELF!!!

Yeah, I had to bust out the Blue's Clues bandaids for that one.

Then later, I'm checking email and the kids are in the living room. I hear *thunk*, "sorry," and the little man crying. I holler at my daughter..."What did you do?"

"Mom, you know, it really hurts my feelings when you think I did something right away!"

"Well, when I hear '*thunk*, "sorry," and the little man crying,' that's the first thing I assume. If you heard '*thunk*, "sorry," and MONA crying' wouldn't you think the same thing? What happened?"

"We were playing catch and the thing hit Little Monkey in the head."

"SEE?!? You DID do something! Why did you get all indignant with me when you DID do something? What is WRONG with you kids tonight? Ya'll get ready for bed, I've had enough of you both."

We all went to bed early. And I'm hoping today fares better, especially since their dad is getting them after work today. Freedom for Mom until 6pm. AND I don't have to cook dinner. Yeah, tonight may just be better.