Yesterday, my girls were being really lazy.
That makes me really mad.
I was forced to clean "with them"; knowing that their mood was such, that as soon as I walked away, they would do the most horrible and hastily pick-up job, that the world has ever seen.
I got into one of my chiding moods.
They deserved to get yelled at, but I may of went too far.
Its been a long summer.
Eventually,the art room floor, smeared with paint, and gooey glitter, did shine.
So I made their favorite lunch: grilled cheese with American and Colby Jack.
And a crowning tower of graham crackers smeared with cream cheese and topped with fresh blue berries: my blueberry dessert of penance.
Food always did cover a multitude of sin.
I carried out their lunch to the back yard deck and lo and behold, four girls were vigorously scrubbing their bodies with garden hose; eye darting around nervously. Egg robin blue paint streaked up skinny arms, splattered on sweaty faces.
Apparently, my oldest, when I told her to go outside and "Just Do Something" decided to build a table out of scrap lumber (we always have it just laying around, sadly), and painted it blue.