Today was Work Like a Dog Day at the Rensner household. I can safely assure you that the first six Rensner kids knew how to handle themselves on Work Like a Dog Day much, much better than the three littles. How do I know this? It’s simple: the first six Rensner kids are still alive. I’m pretty sure if they had acted like the littles did today, they would have been buried in the backyard.
Oy. About mid-afternoon, I finally gave up and told them to go play/read/draw/survive in their rooms for a while. I was fuming, Fiffer was pouting, but the boys (in their shared bedroom) were as oblivious as could be. Their door wasn’t locked (of course) or even closed. As far as they were concerned, they weren’t even in trouble. I caught glimpses of them popping in and out of their bedroom while I mopped the floor, and I could tell they had put on dress-up clothes. They were laughing and squabbling and laughing again. Normal.
And then Feff came downstairs, wailing to high heaven that Feffer had peed on his dress (Yes, Feff was wearing his Elsa costume. Don’t judge.) Peed. On. His. Dress. Upon further investigation, it seems that Feffer (and possibly Feff) had peed all over the room. Feff only got upset when it got on his favorite costume.
They. Peed. All. Over. The. Room.
Oy. After a little carpet cleaning session (by them, not me), we had an early bath, supper, and bedtime. Feff asked why they had to go to bed early. Seriously?
But we made it. Another Work Like a Dog Day is in the books. And no one is buried in the backyard.
But it was close.