It is a very windy, blowing, snowing day here and Krischans school closed. He is eight so he is playing with his friend outside in what he thinks is a winter wonderland. I just think it is a pain and am wondering if summer is ever going to get here or if I should watch "The Day After Tomorrow" so I know what I should expect, then go out and buy arctic wear so I am prepared. (Dying as a popsicle is not how I ever envisioned the end.)
Back to the main point. Jakob and Kadence are inside with me and as a human being it is inevitable that one must go to the bathroom. It is the only time I can be in a room by myself. But most of the time the door does open and they invite themselves in against my protests. Not today. I hear both of them go upstairs and their little feet pitter patter into my bathroom or their bathroom, I can't tell which. And may I remind you both are torn apart.(Why finish a project we start, that is so silly!)
So here I am trapped in a little room downstairs (nature doesn't like to be rushed) listening to the havoc they are most likely wreaking upstairs waiting for one or both to come crashing through the floor. (it is another story, but our house wasn't exactly built like it should have been...you know...to code)
Finally I can rush upstairs and find they are in my bathroom which is housing the kids toilet, as you remember from an older post, the countertop from their vanity, and a bunch of piping we bought to fix the pipework already there, among other things I don't have the room to mention. They are like monkeys, climbing up the wall (there is no drywall on it right now) pulling on the pipes that are capped, jumping from the toilet to our vanity, back to the toilet, and fitting the extra pipes on their arms and legs acting like robots.*
I would have taken a picture or video to prove it but I thought it would be the proper parent thing to do to pull them to safety and out of the bathroom rather than run and get my camera. See how angelic they appear after the fact, but I see that mischievousness behind it all.
*ok, I exaggerated, but it wouldn't be fun to write if I told you they were just sitting on the floor playing with some cars.
Back to the main point. Jakob and Kadence are inside with me and as a human being it is inevitable that one must go to the bathroom. It is the only time I can be in a room by myself. But most of the time the door does open and they invite themselves in against my protests. Not today. I hear both of them go upstairs and their little feet pitter patter into my bathroom or their bathroom, I can't tell which. And may I remind you both are torn apart.(Why finish a project we start, that is so silly!)
So here I am trapped in a little room downstairs (nature doesn't like to be rushed) listening to the havoc they are most likely wreaking upstairs waiting for one or both to come crashing through the floor. (it is another story, but our house wasn't exactly built like it should have been...you know...to code)
Finally I can rush upstairs and find they are in my bathroom which is housing the kids toilet, as you remember from an older post, the countertop from their vanity, and a bunch of piping we bought to fix the pipework already there, among other things I don't have the room to mention. They are like monkeys, climbing up the wall (there is no drywall on it right now) pulling on the pipes that are capped, jumping from the toilet to our vanity, back to the toilet, and fitting the extra pipes on their arms and legs acting like robots.*
I would have taken a picture or video to prove it but I thought it would be the proper parent thing to do to pull them to safety and out of the bathroom rather than run and get my camera. See how angelic they appear after the fact, but I see that mischievousness behind it all.
*ok, I exaggerated, but it wouldn't be fun to write if I told you they were just sitting on the floor playing with some cars.
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