Shhh! I'm hiding in the laundry room. I pray the kids do not hear the pecking of my laptop keys. This is my SOS. Ya know that basket I told you about? The one with all of the candy and movies in it? Well, we got home from school, opened up the candy and popped in the first movie. That's when it happened.
The little crack in the television spread. It spread like wildfire across the screen. Little lines appeared all over the place. Aiden threw his blankie at the tv set, in anger. The liquid crystals shattered and now we cannot even see fragments of the picture. The kids, already half full of sugar, began an uprising. They started blaming each other, pummeling each other, throwing candy at each other. I tried to shift focus in order to avoid total mayhem.
They saw right through my translucent attempts. The sugar high has taken full effect now. They are running through the house like aborigines, yelling, pillaging, possibly setting fires. I tried to stop them. I tried to pry the candy from their hands. They just looked at me with fierce determination as if to say, "Go ahead, lady. You just try to take this candy from me. There are 7 of us and only one of you!" I backed away slowly, grabbing my laptop and looking for the nearest sanctuary.
So here I am. Stuck in the laundry room, while the little demon spawn are running amok through my once intact home. "Oh God, if you have any mercy on me, please let a television magically appear on the front doorstep. Either that, or let there be a bottle of wine hidden in these laundry room cupboards! Amen."
Oh crap. They must have heard me! Here they come. I'll write more later, if I survive...
1 guests at the inn:
If I could I would send reinforcements of wine & TV's! Good luck on surviving! Hope the natives don't get too restless!
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