Friday, July 22, 2011

I Had it Coming

Probably because when it happened to my sister, I thought (but didn't say), that will never happen to me. I'll be smart enough to keep Sharpies out of my child's reach! (I wasn't prego yet, so that alone explains a lot!)


You guessed it.

I was SO P-O'd that I didn't even take a picture of it.  I was doing something really important, like helping a friend who was lost on her way here, trying to figure out where she was and how to get from there to here so she wasn't driving around a million acres of farmland for hours with her two year old twin boys in the back seat, one of whom has a broken leg, when I heard a sound like shrieking baboons and stomping elephants overhead.  Maybe I can find a picture of a monkey with a sharpie?

Anyhow, we figured out where she kind of was right when the racket reached its peak and I reached the top of the stairs to find N with a BLACK SHARPIE in his hand!


I snatched it, hung up on my friend (who is still my friend), and discovered SHARPIE

on the kitchen cabinets

on the refrigerator

on the sliding glass door

on his shirt

on his hands

Oh. My. Gosh.

I had enough wits about me to NOT touch my child, but not enough to keep me from hollering at the top of my lungs to GET YOUR BUTTS DOWNSTAIRS and GO PLAY TOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I know a wiser, calmer, gentler person would have hugged her kid, told him it was alright, the he just needs to help me clean it up.  Thank goodness they are smart enough to know when I really mean it, because they scurried downstairs like whipped puppies.  It's a good thing they did, too.

Because I had no idea if would come off the kitchen cabinets, which I must admit are NOT OURS.  I was already wondering how much it would cost to refinish our landlord's cupboards whilst rummaging for the Magic Eraser.

All hail Mr. Clean!  He saved my kids' lives yesterday!  It wiped off the wood in a second, like it really was magic! 

The refrigerator, which I was less concerned about initially, proved to be a greater challenge and needed MUCH elbow grease and kitchen cleaner with bleach, but it did come off.  While scrubbing, I called my sister to let her in on the stunt. 

The shirt, I'm afraid, is a loss.  It was a hand me down from who else?  My sister. 

Today is a new day, the sharpies are stored elsewhere, the mess is cleaned up, and the boys have lived to tell.

I'm beginning to reap what I have sown.  I know I can't change the past, but I can pray that God will help me survive it when I have more coming.  I guess I'll find out if I was a nice childless person or not.  Yipes!


Pam Kelsey said...

Now there's a DARN IT for ya! They didn't learn that at my house!!! The tears are actually running down my cheeks... Don't you just LOVE two years olds? Yup, that's just about the age Evan was when he did it! But, you needed a picture - to put up next the Evan's and Ireland's....remember the pictures of her having to help clean it up! Such a long face... I'll bet those boys "flew" down those steps! By the way, how was your vacation? lol

Linds said...

Did M help or was it just N? Thank the Lord it came out! Yikes!

Anonymous said...

Not going to lie......I read this yesterday and had to pull it up to read it again! Hhahahaha. Lily's only done one crayon mark across the carpet - that may have been her real first hard spanking. Never did it again. However, a friend's kid was over a few weeks ago and he found the only non crayola marker in the house and colored my grout in the kitchen blue!

sharon aulds said...

You should send this to Mr
Clean. It is magical. I would love to have seen their faces..two year olds are so much "fun"!