It was all going smoothly until I heard Caleb and Noah yelling. Their voices were a combination of glee and horror.
"Mom! Eli got into the markers! And...oh...and oh, it's really not good. No Eli, no. Stop Eli!"
I am running and vaulting over piles of bathroom junk at this point. Only to have Eli meet me looking like this.
What? Who me? What's the problem?
Oh, is this a problem?
Oh, now I see what you mean. And we're having company over for the Super Bowl in 20 minutes.
SORRY MOM! HELP ME!
So yes, third child syndrome. Just when you think they are independent and semi-responsible (yes, I do know he is 22-months-old) they remind you they aren't. And your project is just going to have to wait. Because it's bath time. Now.
All I can say is a deep thank you to Crayola for making truly washable markers. The clothes came clean, the hands came clean, the lips came clean. And therefore, my conscience was able to, for the most part, come clean.
Until the next time.
I am linking this up to my friend over at CopMama for some good old mom guilt.
