Sunday: a day of child-caused chaos.
Can we start this day over again?
This morning, L. (8 y/o) and C. (6 y/o) decided to engage in a series of scientific experiments: testing a variety of items to see if they float in a bucket of water. It reminded me of that classic scene from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" (1975) See: Witch Village
The problem? When their experimenting was done, L. attempted to empty the bucket's gallons of water into the bathroom sink. And failed. Instead, she poured water all over her lab partner, soaking C. to the bone. The water covered the bathroom floor with a layer so deep that I considered hiring a lifeguard to oversee it.
The water spill would not have been so bad if the girls had not first strewn six million square feet of toilet paper across the floor, as well as peppered it with small rocks -- some of which had been crushed into a fine powder. [Sir Bedivere: "What floats in water?" Would-be witch burner: "Very small rocks."] Mixed in with the toilet paper and rocks were the girls' "hair things" -- barrettes, clips, scrunchies, and elastic band pony tail holder thingies.
All of this had gone on while S. (9 y/o), separated from her sisters' makeshift science laboratory by only a shower curtain, serenely soaked in the bathtub.
The serenity was not to last, however. S the Unflappable became, uh, flappable, when her baby sister climbed into the tub with her.
With the Okefenokee Swamp still not completely cleaned up, a fully clothed 14-month-old A. gleefully splashed and played in her big sister's bath water.
Give me strength!
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