August 10, 2007

This afternoon I went into the hall closet and pulled out a 5 foot piece of paper, set it in the middle of the kitchen floor, and set 10 jars of finger paint in the middle of it. I told the kids to have fun and I went in the living room to feed Courtlyn. I laughed at the thought of what Joe would have said. I could just hear his voice in my head "Tracy, what the hell were you thinking?"

But I did it and the kids had a blast! They used almost every drop of paint, but by the end of it they were painting their bodies green and running in the living room pretending to be Shrek I sent them to my bathroom to try and get cleaned up, but they weren't too successful so I had to give them a bath. However, they did succeed at making my bathroom look like a rainbow exploded in there. There was wet paint in the sinks, on the counter tops, running down the cabinets, on the door, on my towels, and on my white rug. And the kitchen floor? Its amazing that they even had enough paint to paint the paper....the floor was covered. But I left it all alone, and figured I'd clean it up tonight. I was still laughing to myself about what Joe would think.

We hung their masterpiece on the door leading to the playroom and they were beside themselves with excitement and pride, so being the mom that I am, I thought who cares about the mess....look how happy they are.

So tonight after they went to bed I started tackling the cleanup, while also trying to keep Courtlyn occupied and happy. And thats the moment I thought "what the hell was I thinking?" I wasn't laughing anymore. But I have a feeling I know someone who was....and I felt a strong sense of someone telling me "I told you so!"

Damn it, he's not even here anymore and he's still right!