Last night at bedtime I go into Rett's room and find that he has taken his Home Depot plastic hammer to several dozen frozen berries.
They are in his new firehouse, on the DVDs, CDs, and toys scattered on this floor, and the CARPET. There is a tipped over white garbage can and the empty mixed-berries bag laying on the ground. As soon I walked in the room he stammers "I...I....I was.... hammering berries" as though he can't understand the angry look on my face.
My brow furrows and the first words out of my mouth were "LIAM!!!!" Because the only person who eats mixed frozen berries from the bag is Liam. Rett wouldn't even be able to find them in the freezer if he tried. Rett gets marched into my room where Daddy is watching the football game. I made no attempt to explain to Tim what is going on. I just rolled my eyes and made Rett sit in the bathtub, which he did without question.... that just tells you how terrifying I must have looked at that moment...he always questions.
Liam meets me at the scene of the crime. I say, very tersely, "I know this isn't your fault, but I hope you can see how your actions contributed to this???.....there is NO food upstairs." he says "yeah… sorry about that Mom....he must have gotten them from the garbage can in my room."
It isn't until Liam begins to look around the room that I see the TV, Playstation 2, light blue wall and 2 large Veggie Tales posters have been "hit" by flying berries! Liam's mouth opens in horror.
I walk down the hall, past my room, where I give Tim the angry look and go to get cleaning supplies from the garage.
When I come back up, Tim follows me into Rett's room to find out what’s up. His mouth also drops open in surprise, then he begins to laugh, as I'm telling him, with curse words at this point, about the all the potential staining that I might not be able to get out. We cleaned for about 20 straight minutes.
Luckily the carpet is a darker brown, so you can't totally see it. The splatter on the sheets aren’t that bad. The new play Fire station is light wood, and stained beyond repair...it now looks like a bloody massacre happened there. The wall and posters came clean. The TV was a bit difficult to clean as it was on and thus cooked the berries on the screen, it's fine and has since been removed as part of the punishment. His clothes, ivory colored pjs, have been oxy cleaned several times, but may never recover.
When I went back to get him from the bathtub, he cringed a little in preparation for what I might say. I very calmly had him wash his purple stained hands, change into new pjs and brush his teeth for bed. We read stories, listened to his music cd and when the lights were out he said "Momma.....I'm sorry...I love you....you're the best"
The worst part is I was SO mad I forgot to take a picture! ugh! I did at least snap this one of the offending trash can, berry bag, and cleaning clothes used.
January 10, 2010
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