D E E P down.
Trying to make this wonderful thing called summer vacation not so boring (a word I've heard said at least 127 times each day... per child), each day we've made little trips out of the house to do something fun. If indeed things like running to Target for batteries and eggs falls under the category of fun. Which in my book they do. Needless to say, each excursion has ended up with Brendan laying in the middle of an aisle - or parking lot, as was the case yesterday - and sobbing.
I was quite tempted to join him.
So what do you do with five children, the oldest of which sounds like a broken record with "How is this supposed to be fun? /Why are the boys being so annoying /Are we going home after this? /Why won't you let me watch Edward Scissorhands?", one that's lying on the ground, two that are trying to trip-punch-gouge each others eyes out (happily, at least), and the youngest running off ahead, straight towards the electronic section screaming, "Follow me to the games, suckas!"
Today, we are staying home. Priming over this disaster.
Oh no....she picked the color out herself. Despite the fact that I told her that is would be brighter on the walls. And that she would grow tired of it. And that she wouldn't like it as much as that little itty bitty swatch called "Lucky Clover." But in the end, it's HER room, and she can do whatever she wants.
What does she want?
A new paint color.10 months later, I'm happy to oblige.
P.S "My room is clean."