Refreshing!

Don't you hate when the house gets quiet? Like when you're trying to do something and keep the kids entertained, when suddenly, the sound of silence sets off an alarm, letting you know that the kids are no longer being innocent? It really sucks for me because, for some reason, my inner alarm is slow. By the time I realized that the kids were not watching "Barbie Island Princess" this afternoon, it was too late. Mischief and disaster had already ensued.

When I found the kids in my closet, they were pretending to camp out. No harm in that. I took them back out to the kitchen and gave them some lunch. But....when I went to get them some juice, I noticed that the big bottle of Gatorade was missing. Hmmmmm....my little ones do not even like Gatorade, which could only mean one thing. I went back to my bedroom and found the bottle of fruit punch flavored Gatorade next to my dresser. It was empty. The dresser was wet. I sighed and opened each drawer, in search of the contents. My underwear drawer had been hit. Every damn pair of undies is now a nice shade of red and fruit punch flavored.

I can get angry, or be glad that my crotch will never be dehydrated. The next time my husband is thirsty I can literally offer him a drink from the fountain of life. How convenient is that? He's happy, I'm happy. Okay, sorry. That was too much. Anyway, this little scenario has brought a whole new meaning to Gatorade's slogan" "Is It In You?" Not yet...but I'm sure if they poured it into the tampon box, it may very well be in a few weeks!