Hopeful Housewife

So the trip was successful, yes. The kids, however, wasted no time making themselves comfortable at home yet again. I am struggling to catch up to them being back on schedule. Youth is definately on their side.

About an hour after we pulled into the driveway, Gavin asked to go “shoot hoops”. He had missed his basketball hoop and we gladly approved his request. Trin wanted to go with him “Just to watch”. We agreed to that as well. How cute…they want to be together.

Yeah.

So Gavin comes running in saying “Trinity broke the windshield on the van!”

Did I mention we had a rental?

So he goes running out and finds that Trin, in an effort to be a primate, was hanging off of the rear windshield wiper and busted it. Art delivers the ever popular “Go to your room until I’m calm enough to talk to you” command and goes to work trying to fix it. About 30 minutes later, we sit Trin down, discuss why what she did was very wrong, how much it could have cost us (he fixed it THANK GOD!) why it was a poor decision, etc. She’s grounded for 2 weeks from computer/games and playing outside unattended. She also has to work with me those two weeks, doing odd jobs around the house until I feel she’s worked off her damage.

Fast forward to today.

She walks into the room with red something-or-other on her shirt.

“WHAT’S THAT!?” I ask her.

“I dont know” she replies.

“Yes you do Trin. What is it?”
“Um…I dont know”
“YES, you really do Trinity. Tell me.”
“Um I dont know…you’ll be mad.”
:O

“Come here let me smell it”

I sniff it…not nail polish.

“It’s paint Trinity!”

“No it’s not!”
I smell it again.

“It’s puff paint Trinity.”
She looks guilty.

I walk out of the room frantically looking for what else has been destroyed.

One of my white fluffy towels. Toasted. I only have 4 and treasure them as one of my only nice treats for myself.

The side of my couch, streaked in red dimensional paint.

The wall beside the couch.

The end table, and everything on it…splattered in red paint.

I dont know how I didn’t come unglued. I send her to her room, cleaned it up (most of it came off) brought her out and essentially had the same conversation as last night. 10 minutes later, she dumps a bottle of water into a pedicure thing I have.  I send her to her room again, follow her in a few minutes later only to find her playing computer.

Are you kidding me?

So, I ask her, “Are you supposed to be playing that?”

“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m grounded.”

“Right. Let’s review what you’re grounded from.”
“Um…TV…Gavin’s DS….leapster…computer…and outside priveleges.”

“Right. And why are you grounded?”
“Um..I dont know.”
“Sure you do. What did you do that caused you to get grounded?”
“Um..I was rude.”
“Well, sorta..but what did you do?”
“I dont remember.”

She’s dead serious by the way.

“Of course you do. What did you do!?!?!?….What did you break??”
“Um..I dont remember Mama.”

“Let me give you a hint. It’s big, its silver, it has four wheels, and it ISNT OURS!”

*LONG PAUSE*

“Um, a bike?”

She wasn’t kidding.

I finally caved and told her what she did. She remembered once I mentioned it.

Unreal.

 I shared this with a friend of mine, and she created this as a visual reminder for my Trinity. I happen to think though, that it served as immense comic relief for ME.

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