I spent my entire day working my butt off. Cleaning and organizing and then teaching the girls.
Around 2pm I decided I really needed to make some calls and find an endodontist so I gave the girls a snack at the kitchen table.
I told them to not open the baby gates at all or they’d get a timeout.
I shut the baby gates and gave Payson a box of toys to play with.
I sat down for five minutes to google enododontists nearby.
I hear the kids getting loud and get up to go check on them.
The girls are in Brooklyn’s room.
The baby gate is left wide open.
Payson is at the table.
My first emotion is anger at Brooklyn for leaving the gate open when I specifically told her not to open it (I told her I’d open it for them, just call me over but does she? NO) and my second emotion is frustration because I’m guessing Payson’s eaten the girls’ rolls and will have massive diarrhea tomorrow.
I have reached the table and see this:
I am pissed at the girls for leaving the baby gate open. I’m irritated with Payson for being so dang pleased with himself over his mess. He honestly LOVES destroying stuff. It drives me crazy!
I stupidly grab my camera off the counter and take those pictures. While taking that second one above Payson runs off and dives onto the couch.
My TV is covered in crayon!!
I take Payson to his room for a timeout.
I send the girls to their own rooms for a timeout for the baby gate being left open.
I go back in and stare at the TV wondering how the heck to get crayon off a flatscreen.
I google how to get crayon off TV.
Warmed peanut oil, huh?
I sure as heck don’t have peanut oil in my house.
Peanut butter might work?
I try it out and lo and behold the crayon comes right off!
As I’m finishing cleaning the peanut butter off the TV I notice crayon on the wall. I take a quick look around the room and notice my couch is covered in crayon as well.
My anger level is at high and I’m glad the kids are out of the room or else I’d probably start yelling. I’m not a yeller but oh my he– do I feel like yelling right now!!
I sit and consider going to the store for magic erasers. I envision our paint running off the walls as the magic erasers tend to take paint off along with the crayon.
I walk into the kitchen and notice crayon all over the tile floor!!!
I am pissed but moreso confused at how the heck Payson did so much freaking damage is so little time!! I’d heard the girls in the kitchen about two minutes before getting up to check on them! Honestly Payson must have intentionally taken a crayon and RAN around the room coloring on stuff! (Wouldn’t be the first time he has destroyed with intent!)
I should add in here that every crayon we own has a new home in the trash can right now.
I should add that the girls colored this morning and before Payson got up from his nap I had them put the crayons away and I put the crayons on top of the armoir. One crayon must’ve been left behind.
It only takes one crayon!
I got my steam mop out of the pantry and cleaned the tile. Steam mops get crayon right off tile.
I glance at the wall and at the steam mop and wonder…
Steam mops clean crayon off walls!
I don’t stop to think about what I’m about to do… I use the steam mop on the couch. It works! I open the sliding glass door and shut the screen to let the room air out a bit. Everything will be totally dry in about one minute, thanks Arizona heat.
I eventually get all three kids out of their rooms and consider going to the store and buying myself a pint of ice cream and eating it right in front of them.
Instead I do the dishes.
Being a mom sucks sometimes.