Last night, when I went to bed, I debated on setting my alarm so I could be up before the kids... I didn't set it, because it's Saturday and I didn't think being up before my kids was necessary. I could not have been more wrong. Seriously. Crazy thoughts like setting one's alarm on a Friday night should NOT be ignored... it's not just a fleeting thought... it's DIVINE INSPIRATION.
This morning, when I finally did wake up (8 something) I decided to get in the shower, then go upstairs to grace my kids' presence (who, by the way, woke up at 6:48am this morning). While in the shower, I recollected mornings past when I've simply been impatient my kids being kids so I prayed for patience. I don't normally do this because my theory is when you pray for something like patience, you're tested to BUILD said patience. I didn't want this, and made that quite clear in my prayer. (Not my will, but thine, right?) When I got out, I went upstairs in my robe, told them to clean the mess by the time I was dressed or no breakfast... just your typical huge mess including dozens of My Little Ponies and accessories, as well as my daughters
make-up that she got for Christmas. (I know this is partially my fault for not being up to supervise, hence my not-yelling-calmness in doing so. But they really should know better... I would think.)
WELL, while I was getting dressed ever-so-slowly (big mistake, by the way... read on...) I heard massive amounts of giggles that lead me to believe cleaning was not their top priority. Then, the giggles stopped. My foolish thinking was maybe one of them is hungry and told the other to clean and so they are. One thing I've learned recently is that when my kids are left to their own design, disastrous things happen. You'd think I would remember this now and dress a little faster. Maybe I was in denial. I don't know.
So, I come upstairs. Toys are still on the floor. The first thing out of my son's mouth is "her fault". The first thing out of my daughter's mouth is "I got it mostly cleaned". I'm thinking they're talking about the toys. Not so. Upon closer inspection, I notice the mostly pink wet wash cloth in my daughter's hand. And this:





Apparently, I wasn't clear in my request for them to clean up. My guess is it sounded more like "throw the toys at each other as soon as I leave the room, including the nail polish some genious got you for Christmas until it hits the table, breaks, and spills all over the floor, chairs and table." I really need to watch what I say to my kids.
Yeah, who said giving a 5 year old MAKE-UP for Christmas was a bad idea?? NO ONE. And if they had, the fool who got it for her (if you haven't caught on by now, it was her MOTHER) wouldn't have listened anyway.
Almost an hour and about 1 cup of bleach water later, the carpet is mostly cleaned, with just a hint of a pinkish hue.

So, what lesson was learned? Not just one, my friends, but several, I'm afraid.
1. NEVER, EV-ER give a 5 year old make-up for Christmas.
2. NEVER, EV-ER pray for patience. (See above theory and how it was proven to be true.)
3. Better listen to mom when she says clean up or no breakfast. Yep, folks, I stuck to my word.
4. When you already know that kids left alone = disaster, LISTEN TO THAT VOICE THAT SAYS SET YOUR ALARM, EVEN IF IT IS A FRIDAY NIGHT, and dress quickly after a shower instead of giving the guilty more time for trouble-causing, even when your intent was to give them more time to clean.
5. Really, I set my kids up for this. How often do I do that? WAY too many times. I'M the one who should know better.
And the most important lesson, which occurred to me amongst my tears & bleach water concoction, prayers are indeed answered. I didn't yell once. Now this could be because I was beyond words, or that if I opened my mouth my kids may have heard words never before uttered in this house... either way, I was able to make my kids finish cleaning up the toys, get dressed and starve all without yelling. How about that?
The ironic thing? While I was in the shower, I was trying to think of things I could
do with my kids today... and painting toes was on the list of brilliant things I came up with. Ha ha ha!!
And I thought I wouldn't have anything to blog about today...