so i clean it up, take the kids to school, go to the mailbox and get my cell phone bill. can i just tell you i hate cingular. their rates are ridiculous. so i called to get some credit and get off the phone at 8:45am. i see f drawing on the floor with a permanant pink sharpie! i wipe it up and tell him only on paper. i then proceed downstairs to get on the computer to check out other mobile services when i find on the walls going downstairs more drawings. i was so mad i began to cry. i tried to wipe it off the walls but it was hopeless. i them walk down the hall to my craft room and there is another drawing...then i walk into my room and right by the door there is more drawing. i look for the sharpie box that was lying on the floor opened. i grabbed it and put it away when i noticed that f had drawn on my chair...imagine looking at the floor and your eyes working their way upward...from the chair i saw the desk, then the computer keyboard, then the printer, then the computer SCREEN! i was histarical! i couldn't believe my eyes! pink sharpie all over the place. all over the place. i was so mad. i ran upstairs grabbed f and brought him to see what he had done. he was in big trouble.
b came home about 10ish to pack for florida. i was not in a good mood. i started cleaning the kitchen, my room...that's what i do when i'm mad. i clean. he takes the kids for a short walk and i am fumming. he comes back and askes what the matter was and i told him my nightmare before 9am and said i didn't want to be the mom today. he gave me a hug and said i love you. i did i expect him to do...call florida and say i can't come because my wife needs me...anyway he took us to lunch then jetted off to the airport.
the rest of my day was okay. but then again last night... m and i were watching tv, k and a were in bed, and f leaves my room. he was quietly playing in the kitchen. why is it that we leave them alone when they are being quiet and every time we KNOW it's because they are doing something they shouldn't be doing. i went in after about 5 or 10 min. and again i couldn't believe what i was seeing. he had taken the tuperware bowls out of the fridge that were on top of the egg carton and put then on the bench by the table. he then removed the egg carton and placed it next to the tuperware. he opened the carton and smashed about 10 eggs with his hands in the carton and on the bench. it was gross and guess who had to clean it up. i was mad, tired, and sick of, yet again, being responsible for cleaning up the mess. holy cow. what a menace. today better be...better.