10 Weeks

At the start of the summer, I remember talking to a friend about how sad it was that the kids only got ten weeks of summer.  As we approach the mid-point of those ten weeks…I realize more and more that perhaps ten weeks is actually maybe a bit TOO much summer.  We are running out of things to do here at The Shoe, and since the pool has lost it’s charm (it’s pretty much like a bathtub now) we are in desperation mode.  So, in a move that proves my complete insanity (It seemed like great idea at the time)-I pulled out the finger paints.  As an aside: there is no such thing as FINGER paints when it comes to little children.  Because the idea of a child having enough restraint to use JUST A FINGER when there is a WHOLE POT OF PAINT?  Is ridiculous.  Let me show you what I mean:

The painting started out harmlessly enough…(however! notice the glint in C’s eyes that clearly states, “I’m ‘bout to start some TROUBLE!”  Wish I’d seen that before.)

From there it escalated.  My floor did not stand a chance.

“I did nothing.”

BUSTED!

Yes Matthew, that’s just what we need.  MORE PAINT.

They kept chanting/singing, “WE ARE MAKING A MESS! WE LOVE MAKING A MESS!!”.  Pretty sure any art lesson I had in mind was lost on them. 

In the end, this is what I was left with:

This, and four dirty, dirty children.  They left me no choice-it was time for the hose.  I’ll teach them to make a mess of my house!

Too bad my plan totally backfired.  They couldn’t get enough-

Ben, who continued to maintain his innocence, said he would have no part of the hose shenanigans and would instead have a warm bath thankyouverymuch:

So, yes.  It’s been a long day here.  I’m headed for the bottle of wine and a bath…not sure which I need more-