It was one of those days. You know, those days that feel like Monday's. They are crazy and unusual and you feel as though you just want to crawl back in bed and see if you can wake up on a new day!
This morning was crazy. My oldest was having an off day and I was still tired from the weekend. Having a fender bender and then driving almost 1000 miles in 3 days can do that to a pregnant lady!
After dropping Sarah off at school, I came home with the kids. Ashton and Brenna played in their room while I did a few things in the house. And then my rotten little man came out the bedroom covered in orange highlighter. He had a circle drawn around his face and down his arms and legs. I checked on his sister. She got off lightly, only a few marks on her face and clothes.
A short time later, I heard Brenna go back in the hall. I told Ashton to go make sure that the bathroom door was closed. He loves to help out. I went back to my chores as he ran off. A few minutes later, I realized that I didn't hear the door close or Brenna protesting. I went back to the bathroom and found them both sitting on the floor. Ashton had pulled down the baby body wash/shampoo bottle. It has a pump head. He applied a thick coat to his hair and was helping Brenna put some in her hair!
I didn't get a picture, but it was a sight! Tonight, I rectified that situation. I was hoping things had changed. I had a horrible headache when we came home from church. Daniel was working on dinner and I was trying to get the Tylenol to kick in. And then I heard it. You expect silence or screams to lead to some crazy situation with kids, but Ashton and Brenna have this devious little laugh that comes up when they are being rotten. And that laugh was coming from my bedroom.
I slowly opened the door and found Brenna looking like this...