Why does every doll on the floor in the federally declared disaster area we call a toy room need to be undressed? It makes me a little sad every night, all those naked dolls lying around in crooked poses on the floor.
Why do I spend my time in the evenings cleaning the toy room and dressing all the dolls? Why do I have an obsessive compulsive need for the seven different types of blocks to be sorted and put back into their correct containers? Why do I do all the puzzles and hunt down all the missing pieces from under the couch? [Wait. I can answer this one. Because it takes Ess and Gee almost thirty minutes to completely destroy all of my hard work the next day. Thirty blissful completely occupied toddler minutes. (Okay, yes, and because I am an insane neat freak.)]
Why, in our house with two entire floors covered in hardwood, does every single CODE RED poop overflow situation occur on the carpet? Does HP think perhaps, incorrectly, that I need practice cleaning carpets? I've had dogs. I don't need practice.
Why do I keep forgetting to ask HSSH about the two inches of stale, stinky, disgusting water that won't drain from the bottom of the dishwasher? It's been two days. It must be resolved because the dishwasher is now full of dirty dishes. Maybe he will read this? Sweetheart? There's two inches of disgusting water that won't drain from the bottom of the dishwasher!
Is that an indication of the need for some kind of therapy? Trying to communicate with your husband via your blog?
Why, whenever I tell someone that I have a nanny on Mondays all summer, do I feel guilty and then qualify that blissful statement with, "I mean I love staying home with the kids and all..." ? A friend called me on this today. She said I don't have to justify the nanny to her, nor should it make me feel like I don't love my kids enough because I need a break from watching them destroy the toy room and undress dolls. Right. I have a nanny on Mondays all summer. Hurray!!!!
Why do I ever, ever buy expensive toys? No matter how many bells and whistles a toy has, it never occupies them for more than twenty minutes. But, this:
They did this for AN HOUR AND A HALF yesterday. I kid you not. I answered all my emails and looked at some catalogs. Those water squirters cost 97 cents. I filled them with water and suggested that they clean the fence. They preferred to clean the tree, but seriously, I would let them chop down the tree with their teeth if it kept them busy for ninety minutes in a row.*
I stole this gem of an idea for occupying toddlers from my very favorite neighbor and friend. Anyone else have ideas this brilliant, simple and inexpensive for keeping toddlers busy? Please (please, please) share!
*No trees were hurt in this squirty bottle activity.
I just like this one....
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