The boys were home alone today for the last day before school-they end up having to go to the Y for the day when one throws a remote at the other and they call dad to complain (Same hubby we are all walking on egg shells around because it has been one of the THOSE weeks for him)
I come homw from open house at 6:45 and younger son is complaining and crying of an earache and worried silly that he is going to miss the first day of school. Hubby takes him in, he has an ear infection
Older son goes to get a marker to add an "L" to the word "FUSH" on his "Flush the toilet" sign he made for his little brother, he ends up grabbing a PAINT marker I use for crafts. When he takes off the lid the WHOLE end comes off and out comes all the lovely BLACK permanent paint ON the hallway wood floor.
I am beyond speechless and scrubbing like Cinderella trying to make it look so not so bad before hubby wanders upstairs. Older son is beside himself with worry and guilt, we scrub and cry together and get almost all of it up.
When older son asks if he is grounded, I say no and accidents even big ones happen. He says but it ruined the house. I respond "No five years from now it won't matter and that's what houses are supposed to be for, lived in. "
Man not a good way for the night before the first day of school to start:)