I am sitting in front of my computer. The blinds in the office are pulled up, and the sun is streaming through, casting a wonderful sunbeam across the center of the room. Tiny is lying at my feet. The children are outside with their friends, jumping on the trampoline.
And then....
SLAM! goes the back door as the children rush inside.
SCREECH! goes Meelie No at some horrible thing someone has done.
SMACK! is the sound of Meelie No hitting one of the kids.
BELLOW! is the sound of Meelie No when said child strikes back.
ABJECT HORROR! is the reaction I get when I take said child's side and remand Meelie No into her room.
SLAM! goes her bedroom door, causing the pictures to rattle precariously against the wall.
I'm not sure the tax deductions are worth it. At the very least, I'm going to have to remove the inside doors.
Comments
Hmm OUCH sounds like someone had a hissy fit when they didn't get their way perhaps, good luck with that now..
** hugs **
Posted by: Gordon at March 13, 2008 7:09 PM
I hate playdates from hell. They seem to weigh on my conscience for far longer than they weigh on our kids. Frankly, eight minutes after The Event, the little ones are ready to go at it again, all forgotten. I, on the other hand, am perfectly willing to keep them apart until they have kids of their own.
i've been flying solo fo the past week while Deb's been in Montreal for her dad's surgery. We've had more moments like this than I care to remember.
Thankfully, no body parts have been lost.
Posted by: Carmi at March 16, 2008 1:36 PM
