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Grafitti
On the day that I scrubbed the "body art" off the kids (see previous post) I found myself doing a lot of laundry. So much so, that I was slightly oblivious to the goings on of my kids. When I started to put the laundry away, I discovered new works of art around the house. Thank you to MaryAnn, who so graciously had us come over right away, so that I could not actually do bodily harm to the kids, and helped me to calm my temper. Actually, when I saw what they'd done to the walls and doors, I started laughing, then crying, then the anger hit. You know that crazy kind of feeling, where you think that it just couldn't get worse? Yeah, I was there. The kids ended up cleaning it all off the doors by themselves (at least they were dry erase markers eh?) and Now their doors are a pretty white color, now that they've been cleaned!
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There is no graffiti on my walls, but I've already hit that point this morning with my own kids...good thing they all went to school. Want to come over again? :)
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