I like to think I'm not completely stupid, but then sometimes I am.
I blame the paint fumes.
Alexis' partner in chaos and his mom were fantabulous enough to come over to the house yesterday and help with a little painty painty. Except, nothing here is "litle," so it took a solid four hours for us to get a coat of paint all through the family room and kitchen (yeah, I didn't even make it a week before that green paint disaster made me start wanting to spork somebody). We called it a day after all that paint huffing and ran out to grab something for dinner.
We didn't even make it out of the neighborhood before the kids fell asleep in the cars. That should have been enough for me to know it was time to abort all plans, but I was so hungry that I was starting to eye Alexis' third chin and consider how it would taste grilled. French fries are probably a better alternative to kid chin, so I figured I would just carry the little heifer inside, eat, and get hers to go.
Except, the paint fumes killed a few brain cells and I decided I absolutely, positively had to wipe the smudge of something off the sleeping kid's face. Picking her up would not have woken her up, but scrubbing her face with a cold, wet wipe sure did. And WOW was she happy about it.
Not.
I don't think Little Lion's Mom noticed just how wretchedly rude Alexis was behaving since she had committed the same fatal error (Note to us: DO NOT WAKE A SLEEPING KID--not even for french fries and milkshakes.). Let's just say that when the server delivered Alexis' milkshake without a lid, I should have known to immediately fuss. I should have demanded a lid, and I should NOT have let Alexis get her grubby paws on that milkshake. I so definitely know better.
The good news was that Alexis throws like a girl. The floor certainly looked better covered in milkshake than I would have. The bad news was that it was hard to be mad when 1.) It should have had a lid and 2.) SOME people just had to go and laugh.
Fine. It was funny. Really funny.
It was especially humorous when the kid spent the car ride home asking for a new milkshake. Oh, yeah. That was HYSTERICAL.
Given the amount of painting that is still left to do, I predict I will have negative useful brain cells by the end of the year.