A trying week, with graffiti, nakedness and general destruction
We’ve had a few trying times this week. But they are also kind of funny. So I thought I’d share.
I’ll start with Thea.
I came home from a meeting to find Ryan scrubbing at the rug in the living room, after she had scribbled over it with luminous yellow and turquoise pen. And added a few pink touches for good measure. He didn’t take a ‘before’ picture, but this is how it looked after half an hour of cleaning:Then yesterday, I discovered that she had ripped my magazine up.
She also decided to ‘clean’ her playhouse. With mud.
Another day, I was upstairs drying my hair and heard the front door slam. I rushed downstairs to find Ava in the hall, totally naked, looking guilty. I asked her what she was doing, then noticed that she’d dragged the kitchen step stool to the utility room door so she could reach the keys. She told me she was looking for a frog. So she’d managed to select the correct key from the five on my keyring, and opened the door. All. By. Herself.
Anyone could have been there, it’s very scary. Thank goodness Thea didn’t escape – I don’t think Ava would go near the road (then again, I didn’t think she would open the front door!) but Thea is a bit less cautious.
So now we have a chain on the top of the door. And I have a few more grey hairs.
I will definitely be needing the final part of my holiday survival kit!