Today I'd like to introduce you to the inaugural edition of a game I call "Swimming Telephone." I've got a fun group of blogging friends lined up to help me create a humorous story. For more details click here. Without further ado I present to you an homage to Lemony Snicket, my version of a...
It started like any other morning. You know; having a flashlight shined in your eyes at 5:30 a.m. like a criminal being interrogated. The warden was in my cell telling me it was time to get up. This definitely counts as cruel and unusual punishment.
Within five minutes of being downstairs little girl had already thrown a temper tantrum, emptied the extra large box of crayons onto the floor, and dismantled my printer to hijack my last few sheets of white paper. This was too much excitement before my morning caffeine.
Trying to avoid a trip to the emergency room I tiptoed around the crayons making it to my extra large cup and my coffee in time to hear the other kids stampeding downstairs demanding breakfast. After setting them up with some plates, eggs, and forks I looked at my offspring in wonder. How can so many little people have a such a hard time sitting right and holding utensils?
That is when Husband informed me he would be working late tonight.
I looked at the clock. It was only 6:30 a.m. Defeated, I trudged upstairs to brush my teeth. Suddenly, my mommy sense was tingling. I heard loud squeals of laughter. I knew whatever was waiting downstairs was no good and I did not feel ready to face it.
The morning was going downhill.
Nicole at Ninja Mom is up next. Can she save the day?
Tune in next time on the Swimming Telephone!
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