Monday, January 30, 2012

I Can't Beat The Bouillon

Today, I walked around the corner of my island to find this on the floor.

Yep, my daughter found my bouillon cube jars, which even I can't usually find, and unwrapped all but five of the beef.   I can only assume she quit unwrapping because cubes of dried beef flavoring are foul and my daughter must have some taste.

I like to think she thought they were candy and tried to eat one or two of them, because that seems like a fitting punishment.  She was totally unphased when I asked her what had happened here, simply circling the crime and moving on to scatter more Legos around the house. 

She probably didn't care because she was too busy plotting how she was going to lock herself in the bathroom for 20 minutes to obsessively flush the toilet and scream, "Da Da!" while I frantically try to unlock the door.

Or she might have been working on her strategy for how to get to the entire box of graham crackers down from the pantry so she can eat no less than six full size crackers.

Or, maybe she remembered that she had filled her Hello Kitty backpack with all manner of crap from around the house (think used tissues and new tampons...I realize that could have been worse,) and needed to dump it, immediately, in the middle of the living room floor. 

I can not keep up.  I am never going to beat this girl.  She's always going to find the bouillon and lock herself in the bathroom and look crazy cute while taking a bath for something completely unpleasant like profound constipation.



There is grace though, I received registration materials for her mother's day out program for this fall, just this afternoon...as well as full financial approval for signing her up. 

Praise. The. Lord.

4 comments:

alanna rose said...

Stella and my son must be about the same age...I had forgotten how tiring this age is!
Good luck!

Sara @ Domestically Challenged said...

Okay, she sounds just adorable to me. You know, because I just get to laugh about the stories! I remember Asher unrolling TP, and as I cleaned that up, he would tip out something, and I would clean that, and he would empty the garbage...on and on until I was ready to scream!

Two Normal Moms said...

Oh my! That girl is going to keep you BUSY. She is darn cute, though. ;)

Mel said...

Sounds like that day will either be spent with a nice stiff drink or taking a nap! Either way, hooray!