"Ma'am, I want to prepare you."
Of course, as a Mom, my first instinct was that one of the kids was hurt. I was relieved when she said they were fine, there had just been a mishap.
Jolly Old St. Nick (read: idiot SuperMom) lovingly gave our kids beanbags for Christmas. My thinking was that since our weight allowance is so limited, the kids could drag these bad boys all over the earth and have a nice comfy place to read no matter where we live.
I could picture the quiet reading of my angelic children.
My cooped up kiddos decided to explore the inner-workings of their new beanbags. What the company didn't tell me is that, to maintain perfect shape, the foam beans are charged with some serious static electricity. What you can't see is that these stupid beans are up the cabinets, attached to the mattress, even on the ceiling!
There are millions of beans.
Breathe, Regan. Just breathe.
*meanwhile, SuperHub is laughing his keister off at work, racing from office to office spreading the news.*
I have to confess that if I did not live in Egypt and have Portia, my housekeeper, I likely would have cried. I would have sat on the floor and cried. But Portia saved the day. She calmly assured me that she could get it. She could clean it up and would be happy to do so.
But I didn't want to miss out on the teachable moment from this disaster. If the kids went to eat lunch and came back upstairs to immaculate rooms, this lesson would never land.
So I handed Piper a dustpan and showed her how to scoop. I handed Liam a broom to corral the beans that were statically making their way down the hallway.
I wish I could say the rest of the day was a breeze. But it wasn't. There are days like these. Days that are hard from wakeup to bedtime. I made it through though! My patience was shot by the end of the day, but I made it. More importantly, the kids made it. Ha!
I'm working really hard on speaking to my children with respect. I won't say it's my New Year's Resolution, because I never keep those. But I am a very self-aware person and I want to constantly improve. I want my kids to respect me, so I need to respect them. Honestly, it's not easy!
Especially with exploding beanbags in the house.
I need a vacation.