7:00pm addendum: Allow me to be clearer....
My children FOUND craft paint and "madness ensued" to use a much dreaded query letter phrase. I found one of Mark's beers. Mark, is blissfully in Cincinnati (who knew that was even possible) so I managed the paint mess on my own, but I did get a really nice compliment from a stranger tonight.
I took the kids to special ed personal training (don't ask) and a Dad was there with a girl who was clearly a child with autism. Bella marched up to him and performed her usual greeting, which involves a good swipe at the crotch. He looked at her and said, "She has beautiful eyes." (I think his eyes were watering from her "hello".) Then he look at me and said, "And I see where she gets her eyes." Through your agony even? Aw shucks. A nice compliment from a younger (30's?) man? I'll take it.
Of course, I'm wearing baggy, stretched out jeans, my morning attempt at makeup is long gone and the scum on my teeth rivals five day old pudding. Yet, I smiled allowing my lips to stretch just a smidge away from my teeth and said thank you, as I prevented Bella from further emasculating him. On the way home I realized I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. I took it OFF to clean up the God damned paint that Gi and Bella smeared all over my guest room.
So I guess the hideous mess described below was worth it? Jesus, does Mark have any more beer in the downstairs fridge? Sam Adams, I need you, my colonial savior!
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Craft paint. Children. Home. Quilt. Boredom. Turquoise. Wedding Album. Children. Skin. Craft Paint. Children. Black. Home. IEP's. Boredom. Magenta. Bed sheets. Craft Paint. Clothing. Rain. Craft Paint. Boredom. Children. Home. Out of beer.