Baby-sitting

I have been very bad about updating my blog.  I have no excuse other than the craziness of settling into a new house and the end of the school year paperwork and events sending me into a downward spiral of guilt and shame as I cannot keep up with it all.  The good news is that school is almost over this year...which will be a huge relief for about a week.  Then it will transform into a frustrating attempt to keep my children busy and entertained so I don't have to hear five voices echoing, "I'M BORED!"  I'm sure that by the end of June I will be counting down the days until school starts again.

I think I will write this post about adventures in baby-sitting.  No, not the movie, which is quite entertaining...but the mishaps that happened one evening when I left Jaylond in charge of all three younger kids.  I will just start with what we encountered upon our arrival home.

There was water, everywhere.  The boys had been taking turns filling cups up with water...and spilling them.  On the floor.  On the counter.  On the couch. Things were strewn all over the living room.  A Japanese glass box was broken.  The boys were missing.  Jay was busy trying to wipe up puddles in the kitchen.  I went upstairs, and walked into the boys' bedroom.  What I saw next was something I can honestly say, I have never, ever seen before in my life.

The dog had pooped on the floor.  The boys had picked up the poop...with their hands...and had thrown it at the wall.  There were clumps of DOG SHIT on their wall...and in their HANDS.

When I asked the 6-year-old what Jay had been doing when all of this happened, she said he had been on the phone and the computer the whole time.

Needless to say, he was not only responsible for cleaning the mess...but he was also grounded from the phone and computer.  (Facebook also ratted him out, as there was a posting, by him, during the time he was supposed to be baby-sitting.)

I don't know who I was more disgusted with:  Jay, the dog, or the twins.  The boys, once again, prove to me that I should NEVER put anything past them.  All of those horror stories you hear about toddlers doing...my boys have done them.  And invented more.  The good thing about school starting next fall is that they will be in preschool four days a week, for a few hours each day.  I'm not sure what I will do with myself.  I just hope I don't receive any phone calls from the school.