While Mommy is sick, the kids will play...

On Friday I wasn't feeling well. I was all hopped up on cold medicine and Sudafed. Not a good combination for me. So I was laying on the couch, in and out of consciousness, when I hear whoosh, crash, some more whoosh and crash and then "Mess!"

Not a good thing to hear.

I go into the kitchen and this is I find.


Dominic helping himself to the same cereal that if given at breakfast he would throw on the floor.


Ashton looking all innocent, likely story kiddo.

Just in case you were wondering, no I don't normally live with a bunch of stuff strewn about my kitchen floor. Dominic not only knocked everything off of the counter, he climbed up and started throwing things off of the top of the refrigerator. He threw food, paper towels, napkins and oh yeah, knives. Yep, my almost two year old was throwing freaking KNIVES!

We put the knife block on top of the refrigerator so my little climber can't get to them. I guess we will have to buy a safe to store them in before he starts using his brother for target practice. The kid is a monster!

Do you ever have days where you just feel like crying? This was one of those times for me. I was so sick it was almost impossible to pick up the knives. I just wanted to cry. But then I realized that would be too much energy. So instead I grabbed the camera, what can I say - I was hopped up on drugs, snapped a couple of pictures and then sat on the kitchen floor while Ashton snapped some of his own pics while declaring that there is such a big mess he can't walk with so much stuff in his way. Thanks kiddo, I didn't realize.

To top things off, while I was suffering in great misery, Paul was having a grand ole time not working. He went out for Korean BBQ for lunch and then headed over to Nine Irish Brothers for a beer with the rest of his lab. Then they went back to the actual lab and continued to party it up. Thanks hon, I love you too.

Later that night Paul walked in the door with a pizza in hand and told me to go take a hot bath and go to bed. He didn't have to tell me twice. A couple of hours later I woke up to the sound of the vacuum running. What a wonderful sound it was. It took Paul more than two hours to put the house back to normal. It just shows you what damage two little ones can inflict when they realize that short of a fire or knife throwing, mommy isn't getting off of the couch!