I am a mother of two very particular boys :)
All the doors in our house have to remain shut.
Toys go in a certain location.
Bed covers must lie straight upon the bed.
The list goes on.
Our most recent "obsession" is the dishwasher and the locks upon our doors.
It is impossible for Caleb and Conner to function if the dishwasher tabs are not just like so:
In addition, all of the doors in our house HAVE to remained locked at all times, in all things, and in all places.
My boys actually leave the dinner table to lock the garage door.
Yesterday, I was in the middle of cooking dinner. The stove top was on, I hadn't combed my hair since my afternoon nap, and my makeup was somewhat not all the way there.... you know that after nap look?
Caleb and Conner were painting. Not only was Caleb covered in blue paint, he was snacking on a bowel of blueberries. He was blue from head to toe.
The door bell rang.
A city official was at my door with some questions about where the fence would be placed upon our property.
I told Conner to stay inside.
Barefooted, I picked up a very blue Caleb and stepped outside of the house.
Conner did not listen.
Conner followed me out - barefoot.
But prior to his venture outside of the house, Conner made sure every door was locked.
I think he might of double checked.
So, there I was... locked out of my house.
No shoes, blueberry boy, and a stove top cooking inside.
We found some shoes in the garage. Slippers for mom, shoes that were too small for Conner, and shoes that were too big for Caleb. Sounds like a good match... right?
Did I mention that Caleb is completely covered in blue from head to toe?
Did I mention that my hair is in a sloppy pony tail, my make up is crazy, and I am now wearing a knee-length skirt with slippers?
We walk next door to use the phone. After my fifth call, Nate leaves class to answer the phone. He is at least twenty minutes away.
I decide to take the boys to the park.
The boys are happy as can be. I am trying to have fun... and I am avoiding the thoughts about what I must look like and what my dinner is going to look like by the time I get back into my house again.
Our friends show up at the park. She shares with me her son's determination to dress himself and how embarrassed she is by his ensemble. I start to laugh, envisioning what the three of us must look like to her.
I think she will probably hide a key in her garage too :)
Moral of this story:
- Always keep a spare key hidden in your garage.
- I will always "primp" after my naps.
- Wash all of your dishes at night.
- All of our shoes will now be kept in the garage... along with some snacks and water.
- I will turn the stove off before answering the door next time :)
