Every time I pick Sophie up from Kindy, her teachers are eager to share with me the funny stories about her day that have amused them so thoroughly. It would appear that yesterday, I was the subject of their hilarity...
First, let me take you back a few steps. Over the weekend, I enjoyed a lazy Sunday morning in bed reading a book while hubby "took care" of the kids. It took a lot of elbowing and shoving from me to remind him he had to get up and tend to them mind you, but the bottom line is he did eventually get his act together enough to allow me the opportunity for a lie-in. From the comfort of my warm bed I could hear the chaos of the morning unfolding and with a novice driver at the wheel (aka: Daddy) it was little more out of control than usual. Never the less, I stayed in bed and read my book, adamant that I would not get up and save the day...surely they could survive for one morning without me!!!??? Then, I got up...
The house looked like a bomb had gone off in a toy shop. The day before, Mat had acquired (lawfully) 12 radio control cars and he and the kids had decided every single one of them needed to be driven around the house through a maze of boxes and polystyrene packaging. Lots of fun. I retreated to the shower while they continued with their play. After a short while, Elliott came down to have a chat...I got a whiff of toilet block and called out to Mat. "I think Elliott has been playing in the bathroom cupboard because he smells of toilet blocks. Can you sort that out please?" Mat dutifully took Elliott to clean him up and suss out what trouble he had been into. He came back to report "Well, the good news is, Elliott wasn't playing with the toilet blocks in the cupboard". Oh no I thought to myself. "Yep, he's been playing with the one in the toilet. There are finger marks all through it and he has it all over his face, his hands and his head". Yuk! I sighed at the complete lack of supervision that occurs when Daddy's on duty. Will this ever change? I pondered.
When I got out of the shower, I could hear Mat in the living area playing with toy cars but the tell-tale sounds of Elliott into mischief were coming from the main bathroom again. I dried off and stormed in there only to find Elliott squeezing the new tube of toothpaste into the sink and smearing it everywhere. By now, I was not sighing at Mat's lack of supervision, I was pissed off. I roused on Elliott then went out to the living area to give Mat a serve. When I got there however I saw what looked like mooshy Weet-Bix on the couch. I suspected Mat had let Elliott down from the bench without cleaning him up after breakfast and crankily asked "What is that!?!?" Mat pleaded ignorance but thankfully Sophie was there to save the day..."That's Toby's vomit" she said. WHAT!!!!!!! Now I was frustrated with hubby for not only his poor supervision of the kids but his complete ignorance as to the goings on in the household...how did he not notice the dog had vomited on the couch?!? I had my little spat, told Mat how frustrated I was with him then went back to our room to get dressed.
OK, so with that information tucked under our belts, the story Sophie shared with her Kindy teachers will make more sense...
"Did you know that Elliott got the Spider Man toothpaste and squeeeeezed and squeeeezed the whole toothpaste into the sink. And, he wiped it everywhere, all over him and all over the mirror. Then Mummy came out of the shower rudie-nudie and roused on Elliott and Daddy".
Tattle-Tale.
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