I love my kids dearly. Really I do. And I try to teach them to value the pure and honest things in life and to not be materialistic. But all of my inspirational mumbo jumbo got lost in translation today when I saw my unworn oak brown bcbg pump floating in the toilet. My heart broke and I cried. So after I made Twin A fish my shoe out of the toilet, it all became so obvious. My kids have no respect or value for any of our household possessions. All of the sh!t they’ve messed up popped out as if we were at a 3D movie.
Graffiti'ed walls
Juice on suede couch
Juice, crayons, DNA
My hubby, an avid Jordan sneaker collector, has his shoes stored neatly away in another room and in another closet out of reach from the kids. He refused to empathize with me and actually chastised me for not keeping my shoes neatly stored in the closet. Ain’t this about a Bi^@h! But I got something for all of them! I’m covering the couches in plastic like Nana use to back in 1988; you know the kind that sticks to your skin if you sit on it too long. And I’m getting a plastic runner with the pointy things on the bottom that brutally poke your feet if you walk on the wrong side. And I’m making room in His closet for my pumps, wedges, peep toes, sandals and boots. My shoes, furniture, walls and TV will no longer fall victim to these ornery kids!
Rule of life #346 Before you drop to your knees and cry uncontrollably like a baby, make sure your kids have left the room.
Tags: bcbg, crybaby, Destruction, Fashion, High Heel Mafia, Kids, Mommy, Motherhood, No No!, ornery, ruined, Shoes, tantrum, Twins
Girl, this is exactly why J can no longer go to the bathroom (and it’s throwing a dent into our potty training session). There’ve been too many days when I’ve had to fish out combs, shoes, socks, toys and toothbrushes from the toilet. Lucky for me, it’s all been his stuff – or Mona’s. LOL!
Hahaha the last pic is the best!
OMG…your BCBG’s….no no no…I think I an going to purchase a safe to lock mine in to prevent future tears…
So I am not the only one. I go through this all the time. I’ve been missing one of my shoes for the past two weeks. I’m constantly finding something broken. One morning I found my daughter taking a bath with my blackberry and pretending to converse after she had submerged in the water. And the list goes on. I just recently painted the front of the house, bedrooms and the hallway to cover up all the graffiti. I just don’t remember doing anything like all of this growing up