If only the kids would actually think about what they intend to do from the start of their brainstorm to the consequences of causing major damage.
The girls wanted a bubble bath. I said, “Okay, but try to keep it in the tub.” Jokingly. I said it jokingly. No matter. They weren’t listening by that point.
What they were doing while I was busy feeding and rocking Eddie was gathering up shampoo, bubble bath, laundry detergent, and anything that might possibly give them the “all time best tub of bubbles imaginable”. Lorrie’s words. “Imaginable” was on her spelling list the week before.
After the laundry detergent went in, Lorrie and Mel took off looking for something else to add and left the water running.
The carpenters are nearly done. Our insurance agent won’t stop laughing at us. I guess the reminder of my late, demented mother encouraging her little baby matches to burn down our house years ago has fixated in his mind. He is convinced we are all loons and he derives great pleasure from our pain. The Sadist!
So. We’re at my grandma and grandpa’s in town. Mel, Lorrie, Baby Eddie and I are, at least. Lex, heh! Lex is on her way home from contracting our beef to some of the better restaurants in Austin. I’m saving the news for a surprise.
Martha, bless her, offered to take Mel and let her help make cookies to send to some friends in Dallas. We’ve been invited to Austin to meet some authors and fans of some of the books that Lex and I enjoy. But we can’t make it. So our favorite author volunteered to deliver Martha’s cookies personnally. She’s sending them a batch to see if they like her brown sugar cookies, before sending the next batch to them for their event in February.
The girls are so grounded. The hallway carpet was ruined and the hardwood floors were warped underneath them. Cookies? Mel gets to make cookies?
I think not!