Yesterday, I was finishing reading an article and the boys happily romped downstairs after being sequestered in their room for a thirty-minute 'rest time'. I think I may have left them unattended for 5 minutes. I could hear happy noises and I thought all was well. Upon inspection after coming down the stairs, I learned the happy noises that I was hearing was the gleeful sounds of undecorating the tree. Thankfully only two ornaments were broken in their glee...there was a reason we didn't get a tree up until the week before Christmas and it will get taken down the week after Christmas. I won't have any ornaments left by that time. Crazy boys.
Today, I was folding laundry upstairs. When I came downstairs, I found both boys with a spoon and the honey jar between them. The honey jar looked much depleted. Who knows how much honey they ate...but where do they come up with these ideas?
I guess hanging out upstairs is no longer a good idea. Constant supervision is needed. X and E never thought of these things...however, X is happy to engage in all the mischief that C can find.
I have my work cut out for me. I'm glad I don't have a crystal ball to see all the craziness that they will invent in the next 20 years. I'm sure I would go instantly crazy.
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