Tuesday morning started like any other typical day around here. We ate breakfast, watched a couple of cartoons, and played outside. After lunch I put the kids down for a nap, and that’s when things took a turn for the worse.
Now M has slowly been trying to put the whole nap thing to rest, so I was pleasantly surprised when I did not hear playing coming from her room. I thought she was peacefully sleeping. What a fool I was.
At first I found it slightly hilarious. I mean, how could you not? I grabbed the wet wipes and tried to wash it off her face. It would not budge. Immediately the panic set it in. The markers said that they were washable, however that is clearly a bold face lie.
I had come to terms with the fact that my daughter would go to soccer practice that afternoon looking like a smurf
Luckily for us, my husband came home and was able to scrub it off her face. Apparently he puts more elbow grease into things.
After the whole marker debacle, M lost all of her soccer gear. In the process of trying to recover them, she dumped out all of their toys onto the floor of our spare bedroom, dumped all of the bows and socks onto the dog kennel, and emptied the dust and dirt from the vacuum cleaner back onto the floor.
Needless to say, her soccer gear was not found in any of the above mentioned places, and I think we will be sticking to crayons for a while.