I have these 2 boys who are now dubbed the vadalosers. These pics are just two of the many places that black spray paint ended up in my brand new house. 
There were many other places, but I have gotten rid of most of it now. These lovely boys of mine did this at 10 o'clock last sunday night. I was in my sewing room trying to meditate, and also thinking of how quiet my house was with all the children in bed. Then my husband who was out with the horses came in and asked me if I had seen my boys or my house. No, I said.
He proceded with the grand tour of my newly painted walls, carpet, beds, dresser, countertop, cabinet and 3 (yes I said 3) pairs of my SHOES!!!! Also some of my jewelry. These very lovely children had gotten themselves into the bathtub. They were also covered in paint, hence the black handprints. Well, to keep me from prison, my husband ushered me away from them, and he scrubbed their little vandaloser bodies with paint thinner.
So all of my week has been spent in severe punishment. Not only of the boys, but of coarse it is punishment for me since I have to watch their every move, and make sure they are scrubbing every inch of the floor, which they have done twice this week.
You would never have guessed that these two would be little vandals. Would You?
10 comments:
I would have guessed they would be up to no good! Just kidding:)
Now I know who is doing graffiti on those overpasses!
OMG! I am glad Brandon was there to restrain you... I can only imagine
Grandma was telling my mom about it!
Just keep taking deep breaths.
:)
That is good that you've been able to get most of it up. I can't even imagine how mad you were! At least you had Brandon there to clean up the vandaloser hooligans!
I called you the other day but only talked to the boys. the older one didn't want talk about the spray paint issue but I finally got it out of him. ack!
Oh I am going to have two boys soon I guess I wont be able to have anything nice.. that is until they move out. sorry you had a bad week. I am just trying to get through one more potty training day I am getting sick of poop in thomas the train panties.
Oh, poor, poor, poor Ring Master. I thought that living in the circus would be hard, but not THAT hard. Cage those Monkeys!! MUM
HOLY FREAKING CRAP!!! That is all I can say. By the way...why don't you ever answer your phone???
My condolences. It is true. Punishing kids means punishing mom - but it's what you gotta do.
I'm with Abbey!!
This is my first time visiting your blog.I came over from Melissa. I didn't even read the whole post all I saw is the paint. (I will go back and do so)I feel your pain on so many levels. I have 4 boys and one of them did this to our house we were trying to sell a few years ago. Come on by and read about the antics of my kids it will make you feel better.
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