That's What Ya Get for Sleeping In...

I don't know why I thought staying in bed a little longer would be ok. It was a terrible night, the boys were extra whiny from the moment they woke up, Jonah woke up too early because the boys decided to take over his crib again. Somehow I thought that putting a show on for Zeke and Eli and going to get an extra half hour of rest was acceptable. Wrong. I had learned a long time ago that when I rested my boys would find terrible ways to pay me back. (Remember when they took apart the vacuum and starting eating the contents when I was so sick I could barely lift my head?)

The boys are always banging whatever they can get their hands on, so I wasn't alerted to the trouble by the banging, it was the whispering. And why weren't they shouting and laughing or crying. 

Then Uh Oh. 

I crept away from the peacefully sleeping Jonah and ran into the kitchen to find it.

All my kitchen utensils had been thrown on the floor, a candle I got for our wedding was gouged out with a butter-knife and smeared all over the table and chair legs, oil bottles had been tossed down from the kitchen sink, the sheet music to the duet I was singing in Sunday's sacrament meeting had been smeared by candle wax and red finger paint, the same with my planner, and the best part was that honey had been squeezed onto the table and ground.

My boys were mess makers, but this brought it to a whole new extreme. They'd never gotten on the counters or table before. I guess I wasn't shocked. At first I was annoyed, but I soon became resigned to the fact that unless I had a room to lock the boys in I just had to give up my attachment to sleep and resting for a few years. This also proved that no place was safe from my little monsters. 

(Oh, I forgot the mention the big shocker; the pill bottle, but luckily they didn't open it... this time)

 Only about a week later I left the boys with Lover so I could run some errands. He let the boys go play in the playroom and when I came home I found they'd gotten into my makeup bag. I thought you only had to go through this if you had little girls. Nope. They painted the beige carpet with my mascara and under-eye highlighter. They smeared my Lancome foundation in the carpet and dumped out the Bare Minerals blush and bronzer. (Thank goodness for the spill-resistant containers!) Anyway, I had to go buy more make-up. (By the way, we used a miracle carpet cleaner we got off Amazon called Folex. It has gotten everything out we've tried it on, so there ya go.)

Doesn't Zeke look pretty with the mascara jab under his eye and smeared down his face? (This is his "I'm in trouble" face. 

Zeke and Eli "helped" clean up the mess. (Zeke then kept vacuuming through the whole house.)

Sadly, poor little Zeke got so sick that he didn't want to play or talk or make messes, anymore. I tucked him in with the quilt Gigi made for him and the pillow case I made for him and he slept and watched Thomas the Train all day.

Of course that didn't last too long, he was back to normal soon enough. Making noise and wreaking havoc with his best buddy, Eli. I do just love these boys.