Daddy has been gone for 5 days now. Mommy's patience is wearing thin.
Mommy bought the girls brand new glitter glue pens so they can decorate paper flowers and other artwork they like to embellish with glitter, which is basically everything, including their clothes and hair.
I should have known something was going on when they were quiet for 30 minutes.
Sophie comes running to report that her sister has squirted out the glitter glue. I take a look. The caps are all screwed off, and glitter glue has indeed been squirted out in lumps and piles on various pieces of paper, the chair, the carpet, the wood floor, etc.
I put on my angry voice and command them to look for the caps now. After we get the situation cleaned up, I calmly tell Viv to go upstairs to her room. I go into my closet to get my cloth belt, which I only reserve for special occasions. Daddy being gone and squirting glitter glue on floors and furniture fits the bill.
I calmly walk her into her bedroom, while she is crying and pleading:
"No, Mommy, PLEASE, sob, sob, PLEE=HEEE=EEEZE, Mommy."
When she gets to the bed, she sits on the side, clasps her hands together, closes her eyes and with tears squirting proclaims, "Plee-heeese, God, HELP ME! PLEE=HEEEZE GOD, help me, God."
It took all I had not to bust a gut. Needless to say, God answered her prayers.
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I love it! And it's nice to know that raising 2 girls isn't all glitter and flowers. I feel like the only Mommy was an angry voice. And you should write more! I bet you have tons of great stories!
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