I tried to hold off. No really; I did.
I tried to ignore the behemoth tent in my living room. I tried to refrain myself from tearing it down prematurely to appease my neat and tidy sensibilities.
I tried.
I just couldn't take it anymore.
But they caught me.
And made it worse.
"Okay," I told them, begrudgingly. "You can keep it up for now."
"But it comes down tonight."
Oh dear.
And then, my child had the nerve to say to me, 'Mom, where is the Wii Fit game? It's not where it's supposed to be."
To which I replied, "Caroline, please do not lecture me on where things are 'supposed' to be when there is a steak knife on the floor,
and a jump rope, shoes and dirty socks in the front entry way."
So there.
So there.
Oh, and I found the Wii Fit game in the Wii. Caroline just didn't bother to look in one of the most obvious places.
I quit.
4 comments:
I can only say WOW! I don't know how you have made it this LONG!
It's gone now. I couldn't take it a minute longer.
Whew! Now I can relax...and stop looking the other way when I walk past the living room.
So long tent monstrosity!
I remember making forts in our extra bedroom!! I think that was the only place in the house we could do it for that very reason.
All I have to say is we should be very worried if our daughters ever got into the same room together and were left to create... I think we would end up in the loony bin!
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