People often ask, "Paige, what's your favorite part of having kids?"
And I'll quickly smooth my three-day-old t-shirt, and reply, "Definitely having all of our worldly possessions destroyed, piece by piece."
Then they look at me and say, "That's your favorite part?"
And I say, "Oh, no... I'm sorry. That's actually my ninety-seventh favorite part."
And then they say, "Then why'd you say that, Paige?"
And then I say, "I'm sorry. I always give my ninety-seventh favorite of any category. Used to drive my parents crazy. Like...
"Paige, what do you want for Christmas?"
"I dunno. Probably poster board. It's my ninety-seventh favorite of all things used for recreation. Merry Christmas and don't forget I'm also a huge fan of twine."
Sometimes, the twins can break so many things in one day, it's almost impressive. I say "almost" because it's not impressive. Putting a hole in a wall is not impressive. No one likes a hole in their wall. But, our clear disdain for having our stuff destroyed doesn't stop them. Therefore, Husband and I have learned to cope.
For example, let's pretend people ever visit us. I'm not sure what that's like, but I know that if they asked why our lamp doesn't work and what it's doing in two pieces, I'd tell them what I always tell myself... no one really needs light and floor lamps are for the upper class.
...Actually, I spend about twenty-two percent of my time, opening the front door, sticking my head out, and shouting, "Lamps are so bourgeois, Jim. Now, stop implying things and get the hell off my lawn."
I try to only tell Husband about things that broke, when he gets home from work. I find it's best this way, because who wants to come home when everything's broken. It's best to trick your man into coming back. When he does, I'm fairly skilled at letting him down easy.
"Hey Honey, how was your day."
"The kids took all the stuffing out of the couch."
"It's ok. I hear the Japanese sit on the floor all the time anyway."
- "How was your day?"
"The kids ripped the blinds off the windows."
"Don't worry. We just won't give the neighbors anything to look at anymore. Blinds just encourage intimacy. And you know how you're always saying we need a family motto? Well, I think we should stick with "A cold shoulder for a cold shoulder."
- "Hey Honey. How was your day?"
"The kids wrecked the car."
"What? How'd they get in the car?"
"Maybe you let them in there."
At this point, the death toll stands at a grand total of:
1 couch cushion (helped by the dog for only half a point)
7 kitchen cabinets crayoned although cleaned
1 fitted sheet
1 fake house plant
...and my ever-waning psyche.
But, whenever I want to feel better, I just go here, and realize they've only begun to break everything we own.
Until Next Time, Readers!