Last night I went to a jewelry party with some girlfriends. Always fun to hang with your girls and dangle yourself with dazzling jewels! ;)
I was trying to get ready while the kids played in Collin's room which was proving to be impossible. Both my children were jumping wildly on the bed and I kept envisioning a trip to the ER if I didn't stop the madness. My children are part kangaroo...
Too bad I don't have a pouch to put them in for safe keeping. :)
I stopped the bouncy house party, removed them both from their makeshift trampoline and then sat guard at the foot of the bed using a hand mirror to quickly apply my make-up before anyone has time to get into more naughty business. The kids weren't giving in....
On the bed...
~que the giggle~
off the bed...
on the bed...
~again, que the giggle~
off the bed...
You get the picture. The good disciplinarian in me told me not to fold...
you told them to get off, make them stay off...
I caved...
I can't break a sweat, I must apply my make-up!
Everyone back on the bed, but NO jumping!
They were no longer jumping but there were now four little hands in my make-up bag...
taking everything out, brushing make-up all over themselves, poking themselves in the eye with make-up brushes, all the while shaking the entire bed...
Do you know how hard it is to apply eye make-up while sitting on a bed with two young children,
who are part kangaroo, nonetheless?
Are you sweating yet?!
I was just about to go off my rocker and ban them from the bedroom entirely. I inhale loudly and dramatically as Collin flopped on the mattress causing me to have a near catastrophic experience with the mascara...
I glare over in his direction...
Collin is not afraid of my mommy glare...
nope,
he laughs and says
"what, we're just playing with your broomsticks"
Apparently these are my "broomsticks"...
Does this make me a witch? :)
