And yet here I sit.
Both Sam and Gabe are there. Just behind me. Watching one of the stupider morning cartoon offerings on AFN kids. (Rags? Wags? It's some hideously ugly singing dog. The boys really like it. shudder.)
Sam is actually in plain view. (If I bother to swivel in my chair.) He's closer to the TV playing with a large hammer and some colorful Japanese masking tape*. He (probably) wont dare to hammer anything too hard. At least not until I'm in the shower...
Gabe is the one I'm more worried about. He's around the corner (where I can't see him) in the vicinity of an open box of granola, the Kashi Strawberry Bars, (I highly recommend) and probably numerous other sticky items left out after breakfast.
There are crunching noises, crinkling noises, spilling noises, messy messy messy noises...
I really should go in there.
But this is what I don't hear:
So I'm just going to sit here a little while longer.
Motherhood is full of tough choices.
Today, I'll take the mess.
*I saw on Oh Happy Day that colorful Japanese masking tape is super "rad" or something. So when I saw it at the 100 Yen store, I bought it.
Now I don't know what to do with it.
Turns out, masking tape isn't good for a whole heck of a lot.
P.S. If you have a really girlie girlie-girl--or even a grubby little boy--you'll want to check out my latest review over at www.gratuitousreviews.blogspot.com.