A Day In

I know it's just because I chose today to eat healthier (and less) which, at first, always makes makes me cranky.  And the kids have colds, and aren't feeling great (hence the day in.)  But the kids really are running the house today, no matter how I pretend that I'm the one in charge.

First the little cups, taken from the kitchen counter, found in the bathroom. Sam using them to pour water on the floor from the sink.

Then the deconstructed kleenex box: a wet pile of soggy cardboard inside of the convenient drawer, with the pile of sopping wet kleenex on a puddle on the bathroom floor.

Then butter boy was at it again, painting my dining room floor with a fresh stick of butter, eating most and giving raven the opportunity to 'clean up' with him.

I can't get Sam to nap because he won't stay put.  And of course, their bedroom door is off the hinges and in the garage (don't ask).

Then the big humidifier, just brought upstairs last night-
      First the buttons:  high, med, low.  high, med, low.  high, med, low.
      Then, the whole thing tipped over in the hallway, water everywhere.
I'm running out of old towels by now. 

Upstairs there's the screws and wall anchors, put on the (supposedly-kid-resistant) high dresser in my room last night.  Patrick and Sam, having a grand time dropping them behind my bed.
Now exactly why won't anyone nap?

Spreaking of my bed, I found where my ball point pen went right after lunch.  There's a giant blue scribble all over my bedsheets.  I walk out of the bedroom with Sam under my arm, walking past my good dog...

...who has lotion all over her.  (!!)  She's not the moisturizing type.

Then I find the rest of the lotion, gobs all over the side of my bed and rolling down to the lovely, bright red, textured carpet. 

I think I'm in need of some help with my (not-so-successful) zone defense.  Or perhaps some chocolate.