Lest you think it's all cute babies playing in the sand around here, I provide you with these pictures of my prison laborers washing the muddy footprints off the walls and the kitchen floor. With rags. Down on their hands and knees. I think I heard them singing Look down! Look down! at one point, but I couldn't be sure because I was cleaning up the aftereffects of letting James eat lunch in his swim diaper.
Yesterday afternoon was so bad that I made three SOS calls to Ryan between 2:30 and 5:00 when he finally packed it in and came home. Once he came home I took a magazine and sat on the porch until my neighbor came and picked me up. She took me to a wine bar and we met some friends. It was delightful.
As if Wes kicking me and calling me "Stupid Mama" numerous times and knocking over the bench and the high chair wasn't enough, when I got back from being out with my friends there were muddy footprints on the walls by the stairs and soggy clothes in the bathtub and Ryan looked like I did before I went and had an entire wine flight and a couple of hours of talk therapy with my friends.
Wes's first job this morning was getting all the wet clothes out of the bathtub and taking them to the washing machine. After camp today, they got a bucket of PineSol and some rags and went to work on the footprints. I got better reports from Ryan about tonight's bedtime, which I missed because I was at work.
I think they look like they're having a little too much fun, don't you?