Since about 10:48 this morning, I have been trying to load the dishwasher. This is a seemingly quick and mindless task, but an hour has now passed and I have yet to accomplish this simple chore. Let me recap the last hour for you.
10:48 - I open the dishwasher and load 2 dishes.
(sounds of pages ripping)
I discover Eli and Landon ripping pages out of my cookbooks. Great.
Discipline...redirect...clean up mess.
10:55 - Unscrew tops of
sippy cups and disconnect all parts.
(Sounds of running feet....Landon brings me a pair of open scissors.)
Eli and Landon have pulled out the dining room chairs, climbed up on the table, and dumped the contents of my sewing basket.
Discipline...redirect...clean up mess.
11:04 - Put
sippy cups into dishwasher and rinse a bowl.
(Too quiet...bad sign)
Eli and Landon are on TOP of the couch. I'm not talking about on the seating part of the couch. I mean crawling on the very back of the couch (that isn't pushed up against a wall), teetering on the edge.
Discipline....redirect.
11:10 - Where was I? Oh yeah...silverware.
(I hear bells, which means they are in the cabinets in the living room)
Sure enough...the entire contents of six shelves have been removed.
Discipline...redirect....clean up.
11: 18 - Just a few more dishes to rinse.
(The hutch door opens...I run over with soapy hands)
Eli and Landon, in the 15 seconds it has taken me to get to them, have found a sharpie marker and removed the cap.
Discipline...redirect...move all sharpies to a higher location (who put them there anyway?).
11:23 - Forget the dishes...they must wait until
naptime. These boys cannot be left alone.
We own half of Toy's R' Us. Why do these toys not interest us?