**WARNING**don't be fooled.
My daughter may appear to be cute on the outside...but I promise there is a demon living inside her body this week. Lets rewind to last weekend.
I notice that the toilet isn't flushing right. So I spend several minutes with the plunger, with no luck. In walks Charlie- "oooo, mommy get my baby dinosaur!! (bouncing up and down like a lunatic, pointing at the toilet) he's in the hole. and my chalk too!!" Um yaaaa, that would explain it. Thanks Charlotte.
Following the toilet incident, we take a trip to Once Upon a Child to do some quick shopping. In the store they have a little play area set up to keep the kiddos busy while the mommies shop. Well apparently my daughter thinks its a good idea to trap another kid inside the small refrigerator of a play kitchen and almost smash her small fingers to pieces with the door. Lets just say, with all the evil "you're a bad mommy" stares, we left without making a purchase. Thanks Charlotte.
Couple days later, toilet is still not working, I come home from work. As soon as I walk in the door I am assaulted with nail polish fumes. Not a good sign. In walks Charlie- "Mommy!!! Look at my pretty nails" only there is barely any polish on her nails. More like in the general area of her legs, arms, and face. And guess where else?? ALL OVER MY DAMN HOUSE!! Thanks Charlotte.
Aunt Jessie says "pictures, or it didn't happen". So here is what I was able to capture while blowing steam out of every orifice of my body.
No, that is not art... that's the doing of my demon child. And I would like to add that these few pictures DO NOT give the few HOURS it took to clean any justice AT ALL. Nail polish literally spanned the entire length of my house. Including- floors, walls, toy chest, couch, toilet, refrigerator, and windows. You are probably thinking, where was the parent supervision? Ask my husband. And if he gives you a good answer, I would like to hear it because apparently, it is my fault our child is a genius who can crack a child lock.
There's more. I sent Chuck to HD to get the largest can of acetone and dinner... cause I am obviously in no mood to cook dinner. I am on my hands and knees scrubbing the floors, Charlotte is confined to the back bedroom with her dinner. In walks Charlie, "mommy, I need more milk". "what happen to the sippy I just gave you??" "I dumped it on the bed". She wasn't lying. Add laundry and scrubbing a mattress to my evening TO DO list. Thanks again Charlotte. Thanks.
This leads to several conversations with my husband. One involves the idea of dropping our demon child on Grandma's door step and fleeing the state and another is the obvious, "we are definitely not having any more children!!" Hope you enjoy being an only child Charlotte. I have also come to the conclusion that this recent behavior can only be the result of the new school schedule. Here me out. She goes to school and is forced to be on her BEST behavior for 6 hours. Then she comes home and has to unleash all that pent up evil.
Speaking of school, Charlie just finished up her 3rd week. Week one and two were tough. She cried a lot. Every morning my heart broke with her "I don't want to go to school. I want to stay home with you mommy" (awww!) Chuck had jury duty during week two, so I got to take her to school and pick her up a few days. Drop offs weren't fun, since I could hear her screaming from the parking lot, but I LOVED picking her up. They do quiet/nap time from 1-2 just before they go home and it is sooo sweet to see all the kids passed out on their cots snoozing away. And I still don't know how the teachers do it... or what they slip into their lunch... but its sweet. This past week, Charlotte got to stay home Monday and Tuesday. She had a cold. Damn kids and their contagious germs. But the rest of the week went great! No crying whatsoever. And one of her teachers told us Charlotte is one of the smartest kids in the class. Yup, that's my daughter (the demon-less one).
We've acquired lots of awesome fridge art the past couple of weeks. Check out these masterpieces:
O. O! Funny story. Notice the Goonies- Truffle Shuffle magnet? I bought that for Chuck when I was in Philly a few weeks back. Charlie says "look, its daddy when he was a baby". HAHAHA. Makes me laugh every time. It really does look like him. Ha.
So that's a recap of the heaven and hell I call my life.... but I wouldn't change it for the world.
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