If only we had left 10 minutes earlier. My friend Faith invited us to dinner tonight. Aaron couldn't make it because he had to work late, but I thought "What the hey. I'll go on my own, the kids can't be that bad, right?"
hahahahahahahahaha. ha.
I think for the most part they were fine. A little wired, a tad mouthy, but their cute factor outweighed their stinker factor. Maybe not by much, but by enough that the possibility of doing it again flitted through our minds. If we had left, then crisis would have been averted.
In the last 10 minutes Peanut managed to get her fingers caught in a door, screaming her little head off and Monkey managed to flush 1/3 of a roll of toilet paper in their toilet, thus flooding their bathroom. And we aren't talking your run of the mill clogged toilet here, it was a levee break. What made it worse is that he ran away and hid (who wouldn't?), then tried to blame his sister and when it was determined that he was, in fact, the perpetrator he refused to say sorry. He did say thanks for dinner, though.
So here we are, me holding Peanut who is screaming like she is going to die, Monkey running away from the scene of the crime claiming he'd been framed by his sister, and my two childless friends (who will likely remain that way after tonight) running for towels and mops grabbing everything off the floor and throwing it into the tub as quick as they can. It was a pretty picture.
To their credit they handled it quite well, but I know that I did nothing to convince them that having kids is for them. Oh well.
I did get myself one well behaved young man for the rest of the night. As soon as we got home he dictated that note of apology and we colored on it a bit. then he cheeffully declared that maybe it was bedtime (ya think?) and went and got his pjs on. He then helped me get Peanut ready for bed and then politely said "good night, I love you mom." before climbing into his own bed. Maybe he'll clean his room tomorrow...
So anyway, Faith, I am so sorry. Dinner was really yummy, though. By the way, Faith has her own blog, I Pray to Gouda and will likely have her own telling of this evening. It shouldn't be as scathing as the accounting she'll give our friends in real life since she knows I read her blog. But check it out, she's never been one to mince words ;).