Come on tomorrow....

It had been one of those days. Where you just wanted to go to bed and pull the covers over your head. I had just made it home from my mom's house, who lives a hour away. We stayed the night so that we could visit for my Dad's birthday. I had tons of stuff to do, and to top it all off I had the makings of a horrible earache.

For some reason, motrin makes me tired. But I figured I would be fine considering my ear was killing me. I dozed off. Hahaha you say. That's right, with 4 year old twins, I dozed off. I woke up to the smell of fingernail polish. So as I walk into the kitchen, I see Rissie standing there with her hands to her side like she's been caught in the candy jar. I look at the kitchen table to find a painted heart in purple sparkly nail polish along with paint on the table. Obviously I wasn't happy and when asked, her reply to why she did it was, "I don't remember."

There comes a time when you just have to bust your kids butt, and this one of them. So I spanked her and sent her to her room. After Ruby sees what's going, she automatically starts cleaning, and saying she'll do whatever I say. Wow that would be first!

So I sit down on the couch, only to find the number 5 written several times with Rissie's name signed at the bottom. How nice. Even better, it's in ink. I'm pretty sure steam came out my ears. Again, her response is I don't remember why I did it so again her bottom was busted and sent to her room. Tim worked late that day and couldn't get home soon enough. While she wailed from her bedroom, Ruby sat beside me on the couch reminding me she had a been a good girl.

The day ended, without any fatalities thank goodness. Rissie hugged me the next morning, telling me she was sorry.....followed by some drummed up tears and a "Can I go to Andie's birthday party?"

It's amazing how early they start being manipulative....