About a week ago my two wonderful sons decided to be independent! It has taken me awhile to blog about and I have no pictures to show you all {I wish I did because it is so funny now!} because I was rather upset at the time. So here is the story in a nutshell, please try to use your imagination while reading this so you can get the full picture!
I was upstairs on the computer {blog stalking, facebook chatting, coupon printing, checkbook balancing} multitasking and the boys were playing. They decided to go down stairs and play, which happens often. BUT THIS TIME IT WAS DIFFERENT!
I got in a zone which was interrupted by a loud crashing noise of glass. I immediately~
in my super mom speed~rushed down stairs the entire time yelling "Is everyone okay?" like they would answer me! I heard Caiden telling Ethan "Hurry up, hurry up!" I turn the corner to head into the kitchen and I see both of them, deer in the head lights look/oh crap we've been caught look, sitting on my kitchen counter. They were wiping up spilled milk.
I began yelling "What are you all doing?!" while ripping them from the counter and putting them in their rooms. I had to assess the situation. All I see is broken glass everywhere, they broke my wedding crock and a rooster statue. I started cleaning up the mess and about half way through I decided, they break my stuff, they lose their stuff. So "big bad" momma goes into the room and tells them they will have to fill up an entire garbage bag full of toys to get rid of. Caiden totally understood what was about to happen to all his toys, but Ethan on the other hand didn't get it. He began putting all their favorite toys in the bag, Caiden was crying "No brother not that one, we like that one!" So Caiden and I ended up doing it, but he kept trying to put all his "broken" toys in the bag...typical I guess.
While we were filling up the bag I asked Caiden and Ethan the famous question all parents ask "WHY?!" He told me {not necessarily this detailed of course} that they were thirsty so he climbed the refrigerator, got down the milk, climbed the chair and counter to get the cups down, decide to pour them a glass and spilled the milk, while they were wiping up the milk they knocked off EVERYTHING that was on the counter {and if you have been to my house I am a stacker...trying to work on this habit...so it was quite a bit of things}, and then mommy ran in!
After I got the whole story and we filled up a garbage bag of toys, I put the 2 INDEPENDENT boys to bed and really began to assess the damage. So the grand damage was: 1 broken wedding crock, 1 broken rooster, sales ads ruined and stuck to the floor, broken fridge door shelf, and one mad stressed out momma!
Needless to say it is all stuff and I am glad that my kids didn't get hurt! I learned a lot in that fiasco...
- I need to be a better mom and not let technology take the place of my kids
- I need to listen to my kids when they need me AND when they think they don't
- My kids are going to grow up and not need me like I will want them to so I need to love the fact that they need me now
- And last...things are things plain and simple!
My kids are my world and sometimes I have moments where I don't feel like I am that great of a mom, but I still try! I try to "fix" myself on a daily basis with God's help and I will make mistakes along the way! So now I can look back at this fiasco and laugh and laugh and laugh. It feels good to know that I can do that!