I was just in the other room rocking his sister to sleep for five minutes. FIVE minutes!! And I hear a loud crash, bang and the muffled sound of debris settling. I put my dear sweet baby down. She starts crying. I pick her back up and cross my fingers Gabe is just momentarily quiet because he is engaged in what he is doing. Finally, she is settled and I can go in there and check. This is what I find:
Not sure why the flotation device. Maybe he knows something. God help us all if he is planning something. In the time it took to wait for that picture to upload and write one paragraph, he snuck out the dog door twice. When I finished, I turned around, DIRECTLY BEHIND ME to find this:
That would be the rest of the Oxiclean. At least he is occupied. I'll sweep it up later. You better believe I'll still use it. We are STRAPPED for cash around here. Every grain of Oxiclean costs money. All I ask is that next time he feels like starting some new demolition projects, that he AT LEAST wait until I've had my coffee so I have a fighting chance.
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