This morning, I found myself wondering how on earth my children would survive and what on G-d's good sweet earth was wrong with them. Just 30 minutes later, I was left wondering how I got the sweetest kids in the world.
Yesterday evening, we found out last minute that someone was coming to see the house. We were not at all prepared. The mad cleaning dash began. While mopping the floor for the second time, I found my oldest jumping on the couch. Wait....WHAT? Get your bum off that this minute!
My cleaning ADHD (I can never finish one project because I remember something else I need to clean) later took me to the playroom. When I turned around, I found the same child jumping on ANOTHER couch.
Couch jumping is NOT allowed ever, but it's punishable by death when potential buyers are arriving in mere minutes.
This morning, I found the EXACT SAME CHILD jumping on the first couch as though she was TRYING to break it. I. Was. Livid.
We headed out for our day with me fuming and wondering what on earth was wrong with that child.
Once we parked at shul for Sunday school, that same insufferable child unhooked, jumped out of her seat, and stood on one leg with the other leg over the baby's car seat. You see, her baby sister had started crying and the eldest knows the baby likes to play with the dial on her sneakers. So the oldest stood there, precariously balanced with one leg up in the air just so the baby didn't cry.
In the span of about 30 minutes, I went from wanting to punt the child to thinking she was the sweetest thing in the world.