Tonight the boys were wild.
Crazy with a capital C.
Out of control and driving their mama to the brink of insanity.
It's been raining for days and I love the rain. It calms me, relaxes me, totally chills me out. But the boys, oh lordy the boys were ruining every lovely effect a good downpour has on me. I threatened to send them to their room. I threatened to send them to bed. I begged and pleaded and even tried bribery. Nothing worked. They were couch jumping, cheetah growling, circle racing, and war cry howling all through the house.
At wits end I stripped off their pants and shirts. Down to their undies.
And instead of spanking their little bottoms red.....I sent them out into the monsoon.
Where they played in the pouring rain for an hour straight.
They are now snug in their beds, drifting off to dreamland, after telling me what a fun mommy I am, and oh my gosh when can they play in the rain again?
Just one small step towards being a better, funner, more spontaneous, less rigid, not so Kate Gosselin like mother. And I didn't even have to give them a bath.