It was a nice , sunny, Thursday afternoon everyone was actually getting along, and my pre-schoolers were upstairs doing something they weren't of course supposed to be doing..jumping on their beds. After I listened to them for a few minutes laughing hysterically; I decided I needed to put an end to it. Of course just as I started to yell, I heard a "thwack!" and that horrible pause of silence where you just know it's going to be bad and finally that loud, shrill cry.
It all ended with a black-eye and bruised cheek. Just in time for school pictures.
After the ice pack was applied and popsicles were handed out, I started the inquisition...
"How did this happen?"
"We were jumping on the bed.."
"I know that, but you're not supposed to do that..."
"We know, but we were trying to eat the dust."
"Eat... The... Dust?"
"You know Mommy, the sparkles in the sun?"
My cleaning skills are obviously detrimental to one's health... I hope some one has revoked my housekeeping license.