I just wrote a post this week about how children and animals make your house dirty (and thus, my solution: paint over everything), but I left out another vital part of what happens when you live with children and animals - what your children don't destroy will be obliterated by the dog.
THEY BREAK EVERYTHING.
My husband used to say that his Dad used to say, "You kids destroy everything!"
Apparently I am getting his "what goes around comes around" karma. Thanks, honey.
(I don't even believe in karma but I'll blame it on anything that will make me feel better right now.)
Last night, child 1 (you know, like Thing 1 and Thing 2 from Dr. Seuss?) was all about watching a video and asked permission to do so. We agreed that child 1 could watch for about 30 minutes. What happens? Child 1 sticks the DVD in the player wrong, the thing starts blinking error messages and I spend 45 minutes after the offsprings have gone to bed taking the DVD apart and rescuing the DVD. Oh JOY OF ALL JOYS! Do you know what I found in there? ANOTHER DVD! Sideways! I feel like a freakin' leprechaun finding gold at the end of a rainbow.
This is why I keep a small book that I've titled The Broken Record in the kitchen. In it, I jot down everytime something is broken, who broke it and when. I should have started a few years ago, but it is a rather new invention so it only contains entries since November 2012. I don't know exactly why I have this besides it makes me feel better to document such madness (case in point: this blog in general). In it, I have some items like: mortar and pestle, miniblinds, scratches (and footprints) on minivan, lawn rake, stapler, van Gogh picture frame glass, fruit bowl, keyboard drawer on desk, mason jar, desk chair, letter tray, glass pyrex, lightsaber, whistle, glass plate, cars, window cranks, etc.
Perhaps you have no children. Perhaps you have children and they are of the female sort. If so, you probably think I am raising wild apes. I can assure you that I am the most rule-following and rule-encouraging person and a 9/10 on the strict scale. The fact is, they're something like wild beasts!
Early this morning I came home from the pool and walked over to visit my garden upon arriving home. I noticed that HALF of the back of my garden was newly and utterly destroyed. The gloriously growing zucchini, cucumber and pumpkin plants were trampled to death, broken and flattened to the dirt.
Look, dog prints.
Look, I'm duct taping knives onto poles and sticking them into the garden aimed at a 45 degree angle for anything that might decide to jump in.
No, I guess that was just the daydream I had after seeing my hard work obliterated.
Once more? DO NOT GET A DOG.
And if you're all hating on me for saying such, I gladly offer my diseased dog to you. I will give you a free cage, leash, dog food, dog pills, mortar and pestle (for crushing said pills) and whatever other accoutrements you desire for the care of the four-legged wrecking ball. You can even have the special dog pooper scooper since her puddles can either be hosed into a deluge or scraped onto a flat surface for removal. In the meantime, I will think of you and wish you'd hurry as I scoop the dung that the flies have so graciously and wisely decided would be a great starter home for their little maggot babies.
God help us all.
Peace, love and we're the only ones I know who RUN OUT of Gorilla glue before it dries up,